Dante's Honor-Bound Husband (18 page)

Constantine stood, eyeing her in concern. “
Piccola?
What are you doing here? Is something wrong?”

“I need to talk to you. It's important.” She spared her brothers and cousins a swift look. She'd rather they not hear this next part. “Would you excuse us, please?”

They didn't want to leave. But they did it for her. One by one they filed from the room.

“
Dio,
look at you,” Constantine murmured. “Words fail me.”

Tears misted her eyes and her chin quivered. “You look pretty fine, yourself.”

He must have sensed her panic because he stilled. “What's going on?” he asked sharply. “Why are you here?”

“I love you. I just need to tell you that first.”

His expression relaxed and he closed the distance between them. He started to reach for her, then paused. “I'm afraid to touch you.” Gently he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “Now tell me what's wrong.”

She closed her eyes. He still hadn't said the words, which made her decision so much easier. “I need to do something for you, before we marry.”

“I don't understand. Do what?” He glanced briefly at the closed door. “Are you sure this can't wait?” he asked.

Almost. Almost she grabbed the lifeline. But she'd faced all of her other fears. She'd face this one, too. “No, this can't wait.” She held out her hands. She could see they trembled, the fire diamond on her engagement ring flashing in agitation. “Give me your hand. Your right hand.” The Infernoed hand.

His confusion threatened to break her heart, especially when she knew he didn't suspect what she was about to do. She took his strong, warm hand between her freezing ones. It took every ounce of determination she possessed to say the words that had to be spoken.

“I release you,” she told him, her voice trembling. She had a vague recollection of her uncle saying it three times. Third time's the charm? Just in case, she added, “I release you. I release you.”

He must have begun to suspect something. “What have you done, Gianna?” he demanded.

The breath shuddered from her lungs. “I've just released you from The Inferno.”

“You've
what?
”

Tears spilled over. “I've released you.”

“No.” He jerked his hand free of hers. “No, you have not done this to us.
Give it back!
”

Her face crumpled. “I don't think I can.”

Constantine strode to the door, flinging it open. “Get Primo. Now.” He slammed the door closed and turned to confront her. “Why would you do this to us, Gianna? Why try to destroy what we have, today of all days?”

She sank onto a footstool and bowed her head. Her dress pooled around her and she ran shaking fingers over the beautiful antique lace. Such a gorgeous gown meant for such a happy occasion. And look what she'd done to it. To them.

Slowly she lifted her eyes, forcing herself to meet Constantine's infuriated gaze. “I did it because you're not the only one who believes in honor. I refuse to use The Inferno to force you to the altar. I want you to marry me because you love me, not because you have no other choice. You said yourself that you didn't like having the control taken away from you. You've even referred to The Inferno as an infection. All I've done is return your control, cured your infection.”

The door burst open and Primo strode into the room. He took one look at Gianna and Constantine, and closed the door behind him. “What is this?” He spoke in Italian, the only indication of his concern. “What has happened?”

Constantine swiveled to confront him, leveling an accusing finger in Gianna's direction. “She took away The Inferno. Make her give it back.”

Primo froze for an instant. Then his mouth dropped open and he blinked in astonishment. Tilting back his head, he
roared with laughter. “Give it
back?
” Tears filled his eyes, making them glitter like ancient gold and he fumbled for a handkerchief to wipe the dampness from them. “Is this a joke?”

“It's no joke,” Constantine said through clenched teeth. “She released me. I want you to make her give me back The Inferno.”

Primo patted his pockets until he came up with a cigar. “Give it back,” he repeated, still chuckling.

“Primo, you can't smoke that in here,” Gianna informed him quietly. “It's against the law.”

“Phft. These laws do not apply to me. I am what they call ‘grandfathered in.'” But he did refrain from lighting up. He clamped the cigar between his teeth and leveled Gianna with a look.
“Spieghi lei.”

She didn't want to explain. Couldn't explain. Couldn't tell her beloved grandfather the truth about his son and daughter-in-law. Definitely couldn't tell him what she'd learned about The Inferno. “Primo—”

“Subito!”

She shrugged, surrendering to the inevitable. “Constantine's right. I took back The Inferno. I released him.”

Primo raised his eyes heavenward. “
Santa Maria, Madre di Dio.
What has gotten into you, Gianna? There are no take backs in The Inferno.” He wavered between laughter and outrage. “Where did you hear such nonsense?”

She hesitated. One look at her grandfather's expression warned that he'd have the answer from her, no matter how long it took. “Uncle Dominic and Aunt Laura.”

Primo stiffened. “Dominic,” he repeated. Spinning around, he crossed to the door and yanked it open. “Get Severo. Now.”

Her cousin Sev entered a moment later. He was followed by his wife, Francesca, and Constantine's sister, Ariana.
An instant later her parents slipped into the room, along with her grandmother, Nonna. They settled her in a chair not far from Gianna. That opened the floodgates and the entire family piled in behind them.

“This concerns all of us,” Alessandro informed his father.
“La famiglia.”

And that said it all.

Reluctantly Primo nodded. He took a seat beside Gianna and gathered her hands in his. Constantine sat behind her, his solid warmth at her back, a supportive hand on her shoulder. Her family encircled the three of them, love and concern flowing from them in palpable waves.

“You have often been a
chiacchierona
when you should not,” Primo said, though kindly. “Perhaps this is one of the times you should have chattered more and chose instead to chatter less. From the beginning, Gianna.”

She spared Sev a swift look. Other than her grandparents, his reaction to her story worried her the most. “It was my thirteenth birthday. The day before Uncle Dominic and Aunt Laura died.”

Almost in unison, the family crossed themselves. “We were at your uncle's house to celebrate the occasion,” Primo prompted. “I remember that day.”

Her hands tightened within her grandfather's warm hold. Behind her, Constantine gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Even at that young age, I was crazy about shoes.”

“So was Mamma,” Sev murmured.

“Yes. For my gift, she told me to go up to her closet and pick out any pair of shoes I wanted.” Gianna sighed at the memory. “I'd never seen so many lovely shoes.” Constantine snorted.

Gianna took instant umbrage. “Believe it or not, she had even more pairs than I do. And her closet…” She sighed. Aware that she was getting a bit offtrack, she forced herself
to focus. “I'd probably been up there for a full hour, trying on pair after pair, unable to make up my mind, when Uncle Dominic and Aunt Laura came into the bedroom. I was buried in the closet. They didn't know I was there. Aunt Laura had probably forgotten. Or maybe she assumed I'd already left. They…they were fighting.”

Sev's expression darkened. “They did that a lot right before…” He shook off the memory. “Go on, Gianna.”

“Uncle Dominic told her he planned to leave and wanted a divorce. Aunt Laura started crying. She said…” Gianna swallowed. “She said ‘But what about The Inferno? You told me it would last forever.'”

Sev stiffened. Primo closed his eyes. Nonna lifted a trembling hand to her mouth.

“I'm sorry,” Gianna whispered. “I'm so sorry to tell you this.”

“Continue,” Primo prompted.

“Uncle Dominic said that he'd experienced The Inferno with someone else. If he mentioned her name, I don't recall it. He said it happens sometimes. That it was beyond his control.” She felt the ripple of disbelief sweep through her cousins and brothers. She didn't dare look at any of their wives to see how they were taking the news. “Aunt Laura was still crying, but she was also angry. She said that he'd told her when they'd married that he'd felt The Inferno for her. That Primo had told her it only happened once in a lifetime. That she'd never have married him if they hadn't felt The Inferno for each other.”

“The Inferno does only happen once in a lifetime,” her grandfather said gently.

Gianna shook her head. She looked at him miserably, the pain of disillusioning him worse than anything she'd ever experienced before. “Uncle Dominic said you didn't know because you'd never felt it for anyone else the way he had.
He said that Dantes can feel it for more than one person, but that he could fix things. Take away The Inferno so Aunt Laura wouldn't love him anymore. He took her hand in his and he released her.”

“What?”
The question came from more than one of her relatives.

“He released her,” Gianna repeated. “And it worked.”

For the first time in her entire life she heard Primo swear. She was so shocked she could only sit and stare, openmouthed. Her grandfather spared Sev a brief, sorrowful look. “It pains me to say this about my own son, but Dominic lied.”

Gianna shook her head. “No. No, he didn't. He left after that and Aunt Laura called a friend. She said that The Inferno was gone. She said she felt it leave when Uncle Dominic released her. And she was glad. Glad The Inferno couldn't force her to love someone against her will any longer. Now she could go sailing with him in the morning while they discussed the divorce and it wouldn't interfere with her decisions.” Gianna started to cry. “I'm sorry. I never wanted to tell any of you this because you were all so happy. Now I've ruined it for everyone.”

Constantine swept her into his arms and cradled her close. “Shh,
piccola.
You haven't ruined anything.”

“Yes, I have. I released you. The Inferno is gone. You won't love me now.”

“Is it gone?” he asked tenderly. “All this time I have been sitting here listening to your story and my palm has itched and throbbed just as it always has. Even more important…” He took a deep breath. “I have never in my life told a woman I loved her. I've even resisted saying it to you. Pride, I suppose. A last defense against something beyond my control.”

She fought to free herself from his hold, but he wouldn't let her go. “You don't want to love me, do you?”

“I don't want to be controlled by love,” he corrected. “So much of my life was spent being controlled by others, by circumstance, by my family's financial difficulties, that I fought what cannot be fought. What I wasn't willing to admit until this moment is that love doesn't mean surrendering control.” He looked at her then, his dark eyes filled with an emotion impossible to mistake. “It means surrendering your heart into the safekeeping of someone you love and trust more than anyone else in the world. And that I do freely.
Ti amo, piccola.
I love you.”

Helpless tears flowed down her cheeks. “I don't understand. I took away The Inferno.”

He laced their hands together. “Stop and feel with your heart. Is it still there, or not?”

Her breath caught. Yes. Yes, it was. She didn't understand it. She stared in wonder at their linked hands. “I still feel it. How is that possible? I released you.”

Sev crouched in front of her. “Gianna, you should have told us this long ago. We would have explained the truth.” Pain ripped through his gaze. “My parents never felt The Inferno for each other. My father married my mother for her fortune, not because he loved her. He loved another woman, Cara Moretti.
She
was his Inferno soul mate.”

“But Aunt Laura said she felt The Inferno.”

Sev's mouth compressed. “I'm sure Mamma thought she did. Though Babbo never loved her, not the way she deserved. That didn't change the fact that she adored him. I think she wanted to feel The Inferno. So she convinced herself she did. But it wasn't true.”

In all the years since her thirteenth birthday, not once had Gianna ever considered the possibility that her uncle had lied to her aunt. That he could have done such an awful
thing to his wife. But he had. Considering how hard the knowledge hit her, it had to be far worse for Sev. Impulsively she threw her arms around his neck and wrapped him up in a fierce hug.

“I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.”

He patted her back. “I already knew most of it,” he reassured her. “I didn't realize he'd used The Inferno to convince my mother to marry him. But it isn't that big of a surprise, considering some of the other things he's done.”

The information had also hit Primo and Nonna hard, particularly her grandmother. But there had always been a steely strength buried beneath Nonna's sweetness. “This is a happy occasion, not a sad one,” she informed her family. “We are finished here, yes? It is time for the wedding.”

“No,” Constantine said. His hands slid from Gianna's shoulders and he stood, folding his arms across his chest. “We're not getting married. Not yet.”

Gianna rose and spun to face him, panic flaring to life. “Constantine?”

“You released me. That suggests you wanted to be released, too.”

Her panic grew, breaking across her in great, messy waves. “No. No, that's not true.”