Delilah's POV
Last night feels like a dream. I can't believe what happened was real. I dug my fingers into a man's shoulder and pulled out a bullet.
I should feel like a badass because it was completely badass. But the scent of burning flesh is still embedded in my nostrils.
"Are none of these rings to your liking?" Carmine asks, pulling me out of my thoughts and pointing toward the jewelry case.
He rented out an entire jewelry store, and Gianni and Victor are outside the doors. The only people inside are me, Carmine, and the salesman.
"What?" I blink at him, pushing the memory of Ari screaming from my head.
The muscle in his cheek jumps with annoyance as he marches over to me.
"We are doing this," he grits. "We are getting the rings, getting married, and then we will go to your evening class. That's the schedule for the day."
"I don't want to look at rings, Carmine." I keep my voice low so the salesman won't hear me.
