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“I’m so fucking lucky I get to call you mine,” he says, pressing a kiss to my lips that has me craving more.
“You’re quite the catch yourself, Mr. Falcone.”
“Is that right?”
I squeal as he lifts me over his shoulder, slapping my ass as he carries me to the door.
“We have time to kill before Enzo calls, and I’m making use of every single second with your perfect body.”
It’s been a whirlwind twenty-four hours since Enzo called. Between the rapidly scheduled flights to Italy and the coordination of getting the army brought over and tracking down lodging and supplies, we’re all living on nerves and caffeine.
I lean back on the kitchen counter as the men line up their weapons on the dining table. Frankie is in his element, dishing out armament to his men. When he looks up and catches me eyeing up, he blows me a kiss and I can’t help but blush.
Frankie held me so tightly in his sleep, like it could be the last time we do this. No matter how confident we may be, there is that doubt in all of our minds. We’ve all lost so much, realistically, this could go very badly.
Just because we’ve narrowed down Romano’s location, we’re in a villa in Sicily with the Russians. I should feel safe, but it doesn’t mean the unexpected can’t happen. A bit like the End Zone blowing up with me inside.
I just have to pray to God it doesn’t.
Jax waltzes over with a teasing grin on his face to hand me a vest.
“For you, queen Zara.”
“Knock it off.” Frankie slaps him on the back of the head.
I’ve been waiting for Frankie to change his mind and make me stay behind. He knows I’m capable of looking after myself, he’s my protector.
We’re just waiting on Enzo to scope out the exact coordinates. We want to catch Romano when he least expects it.
“Go and put it on for me.” Frankie leans over and drops a kiss to my lips.
“Get a fucking room,” Jax calls out.
“I swear to God, Jax,” Frankie growls.
I can’t help but laugh. Jax knows how to get under Frankie’s skin as much as I do.
I head over to the coffee machine and jab the button, placing a black mug underneath. Frankie’s arms wrap around my stomach, his lips brushing along my neck.
“How long before we need to leave?” I ask just as the coffee machine beeps.
“Twenty minutes.”
“Okay, I’ll get my vest on. Grab me a couple of guns.”
“Only the best for you.” He kisses my jaw and releases me, not before slapping my ass.
I stop by the door as I hear Luca and Rosa coming down the stairs.
His deep voice precedes them. “I’m coming home, tesoro. To both of you. Don’t doubt me on that. Once this is over, we can finally be free.”
My heart sinks in the most selfish way possible. Despite the stinging sensation of tears in my eyes, I manage to suppress them as they come closer to me, replacing any trace of sadness with a forced smile.
Luca pulls her into an embrace, and I look away, not wanting to invade on their moment.
I need space. I clasp tightly to my vest and bolt out up the stairs, slamming our bedroom door shut behind me. I pull my black cami over my head and toss it next to the vest on the bed.
I’m still fucking broken. All the years of my dad chipping away at me, everything Frankie rebuilt within me, has been shattered again. If I lose him, I lose everything. I’m so consumed by my guilt and anger, I can barely see.
