Third Comes Vengeance (Promised in Blood, #3)

by Lilith Vincent

We sail through a stop sign and a car horn blares. Lorenzo swears and swerves around the truck he’s about to T-bone. “Why did you say that? Has Vinicius been blabbing to you or some shit?” “What do you mean?” He keeps shooting glances at me as we drive. It’s not until we get on the freeway and merge into traffic that he asks, “You’re saying that why?” I smile at him. “Lorenzo, did you tell Vinicius that you love me?” He adjusts the rearview mirror and scowls at the road ahead. We drive in silence, and then I feel Lorenzo’s hand creep into my lap and take hold of mine. “No one’s ever said that to me before. I didn’t grow up in a house where people just said that shit to each other.” “Well, I mean it. I love you, Lorenzo.” He squeezes my hand tighter but his throat seems locked up tight. I don’t need him to say anything back. I just need him to believe me. “Do you think you might get a taste for hearing me say that?” I ask. “Don’t know. I would chuck away another knife for you, but I haven’t got any more knives.” I draw his hand up to my mouth and kiss his fingers. “I felt it when you did that. Love. You don’t need to say it.” “Have any of the others said that they love you?” “Why?” “A man likes to know.” I laugh and squeeze his fingers. “It doesn’t matter what I’ve said to the others or what they’ve said to me. What’s happening in this car is about you and me.” A smile drifts over his lips. “Just you and me, huh? Thank you, princess.”