Chapter 170

I knew what my body had felt when I was on my knees in front of him, even as waves of humiliation surged through me. "Yes," I told him honestly. "Or at least I was before tonight." I couldn't resist adding that little dig at his behavior, even though I didn't know why I would've expected anything more from him. From what I'd heard, he was a made man. Not born into this life. He'd had to work harder, fight harder, to get where he was. And as I knew well, mafia men took what they wanted with little thought to the consequences of their actions. Why would he be any exception?
I wasn't expecting him to own up to what he'd done, but again, he surprised me. "I told you, I couldn't get you out of my fucking head, Sera." He sounded angry, but I wasn't sure if it was at me or at himself.
It wasn't anywhere near an apology, but it was probably as close as I was going to get.