I Thee Take (To Have And To Hold Duet #2) Read Online Natasha Knight

Categories Genre: Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: To Have And To Hold Duet Series by Natasha Knight
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 74765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
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“We can catch up with them,” his uncle says. “Get that bastard and finish this.”

“No.” Cristiano shifts his gaze back to me.

“What do you mean, no? He’s closer than he’s ever been!”

“No,” his response is quiet, slow. He doesn’t look away from me to answer but bends down to lift me into his arms. “Back to the island,” he nods to another man. He walks us past his uncle, into an interior room and closes the door.

I realize I’m shivering. That noise is my teeth chattering.

“There’s no tub,” he says in that way of his, that abrupt, awkward way he has. It makes me wonder again how much he’s been around people. It’s not that he’s uncomfortable. Not at all. He just doesn’t waste words and doesn’t seem to care how he comes across.

He sets me on my feet and reaches around me to run the water in the small shower. He tests it then, looks at me, takes the blanket from me.

I shudder.

He walks me into the shower and turns me to face him.

Hot water runs over me, washing the salt from my soaked hair, warming my body. It also makes the welts on my skin and my raw wrists burn. I want it though. I need the heat. I need to get what just happened off my body.

I watch him look me over and I wonder what he’s thinking. He looks so pained. I guess I don’t expect that.

He reaches a hand out, drenched button-down stuck to him. It’s what he was wearing at the wedding, I realize. God. It feels like years have passed since then. He runs a finger over the topmost welt. I hiss in a breath and he draws back, inhaling tightly himself.

His eyes are a midnight sky when they meet mine. “What else did he do?” His voice is hoarse, tortured.

Words bubble up inside me and it’s like my throat is filled with sea water again.

What else did he do?

Where do I start?

When the tears come, I drop my head. When his big hand closes around my neck to pull me into his chest, I don’t resist. I don’t want to. I don’t have any energy left.

As strong as I’ve been all these years, as much as I’ve fought, where has it gotten me? What has it gotten me?

People die around me.

People die because of me.

Women—girls—are violated, their lives destroyed because of me. Because of who I am. Because of my family.

My brothers may have started this, but it doesn’t exempt me from blame. It doesn’t exonerate me. I didn’t fight hard enough because if I had, I wouldn’t be standing here now. I wouldn’t be wrapped up in this man’s powerful arms if I’d fought hard enough. In no way do I deserve this comfort. Not when I know what’s already happened to the others and what they will still endure.

All these years I’ve thought of my freedom. I’ve thought of Noah’s freedom. How selfish am I? How selfish when I knew all along what they were doing, and I did nothing. Nothing apart from a ridiculous, pathetic hunger strike.

The woman who accused me of being one of them, she was right. I am.

And I am responsible.

I don’t deserve to have survived tonight.

7

Cristiano

I stand with my arms folded watching from across the room as the doctor finishes examining Scarlett. She’s sleeping. Didn’t even fight me when I told the doctor to give her something to relax her. Something strong enough to knock her out.

“What is it about her?” Dante asks, his eyes, too, on Scarlett.

I turn to him. He shifts his gaze to mine and takes a swallow of whiskey.

“Why would you give everything up for her?” he continues.

I take a deep breath and swallow my own drink. It’s not enough. “She’s innocent, Dante. And she can’t help her name.”

He snorts.

“Why did you go in after her then?” I ask him.

“I was going after you.”’

“No, you weren’t.”

He turns his attention to pouring himself another glass, taking his time to look at me. “I’m glad she wasn’t more badly hurt. Glad she didn’t die. But we can’t lose focus. That bastard—”

“Will be punished. I swear it on my life, Brother.”

“Don’t swear on your life. Don’t tempt fate.” He drinks.

“Fate’s fucked me over too many times. It’s not up to fate anymore.”

“I mean it.”

“I know.” Guilt gnaws at me. I look at him, my younger brother who has grown as tall as me, as big, as dark. He doesn’t deserve this life. “Thank you for wanting to save her.”

He can’t hold my gaze but nods in acknowledgement.

I smile. Because I know he’d gone in after her, not me.

“I’m going to bed,” Dante says and walks out of my room.

“She wasn’t violated,” the doctor says a few minutes after Dante’s gone. He adjusts the blanket over her shoulders and turns to me.


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