Capone interrupted her, his face pale, breathing heavily as he released her. "No... You're not allowed to get married. I won't allow it. Did you hear me?"
"Who are you to forbid it? What right do you have to control me like this?"
"I'm your man. I have every right to claim you here and now. "
Golden spots flickered in Capone's vision; he forgot the doctor's warning to control his emotions—no agitation, no extreme sadness or anger. But his mind echoed one thought: She's getting married. She's getting married...
"Stop the car!" His weak voice reached the front, and the car pulled over. "Get out. Get out of my sight! I don't want to see you again. Get out!"
Sophia was frightened by the look on his face. She had never seen him like this before, as if he would vanish into the shadows if she touched him. This usually towering and domineering man was trembling, just sitting there as though using every ounce of strength to hold himself up.