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“On my life,” I say, meaning every word because I plan to keep her perfectly safe… At least until she’s signed over the assets.
When the time comes, it will be me who puts the bullet through her pretty head.
“Alright.” Emberly glances down at the glass strewn across the concrete floor.
I scoop her into my arms, my knees wanting to buckle with relief. Burying my head in her wild curls, I inhale her cinnamon and vanilla scent. “You’re safe with me,” I murmur. “Now, let me heal those cuts.”
As I carry her into the bedroom, Benito appears at my side and injects her with a needle. Emberly doesn’t flinch, but her eyes are already heavy-lidded.
“What did you do?” I growl.
With a shrug, Benito tosses the syringe back into his doctor’s bag. “It’s the thinnest gauge needle. She won’t have felt a thing.”
“What did you give her?”
“Ketamine.” He glances up at me, his glasses catching the light. “It will keep her out of trouble while you deal with the army of angry cops.”
Fuck.
FOURTEEN
ROMAN
I’m already beginning to miss the simplicity of prison, when all my surprises would arrive after Officer McMurphy served breakfast on her knees with a blow job. Back then, I would eat Sofia’s morning meal delivery at my leisure before reading through documents and listening to voicemails.
Emberly’s head lolls back, her body limp from the effects of the drug. Warm blood seeps from the cut on her hand to my chest, eliciting a wave of possessiveness.
She doesn’t have the right to slice open her palm. If anyone is going to make her bleed, it will be me.
“Ready?” Benito asks.
With a grunt, I adjust my grip on the unconscious woman. “Get me a robe while I put her downstairs, where she can’t do anything stupid.”
Benito disappears out of the door with his doctor’s bag, leaving me wondering what part of law school made him so adept with drug dosages. Maybe he learned about it from Cesare?
Cradling Emberly to my chest, I descend the stairs after him at a more leisurely pace and study her features. She’s exquisite when she’s not accusing me of being a trafficker, but I’m not fooled. Running through those veins is the blood of a Capello. It wouldn’t surprise me if she’d stolen a fortune’s worth of artwork from that gallery.
When I reach the ground floor, Sofia is already waiting by the door of a guest room with a stack of towels. Instead of her usual black dress and white collar, she wears a fitted tunic and a pair of pants.
So much has changed since I was gone.
Sofia takes one look at Emberly’s sleeping face and meets my gaze. “How long will she be out?”
“Long enough for me to deal with the cops at the gate,” I reply, my voice gruff.
“Will she be needing meals for the week?” There’s a note in the housekeeper’s voice that suggests she’s asking how long I plan on keeping Emberly alive.
“Yeah.” I open the door and step into a guest suite decorated in the same pale colors as the tower bedroom and lay her on the bed.
With the same efficiency she used to deal with our messes when we were young, Sofia shoves towels beneath Emberly’s bleeding hand and foot.
My jaw tightens at the sight of her wounds when I remember what my brother said about leaving traces of blood on the contracts. Emberly won’t be an easy prisoner.
Benito arrives moments later, still carrying that leather bag along with a purple velour bathrobe with black silk lapels.
I snort. “What am I, Hugh Hefner?”
He bristles. “While I’m coordinating a team of armed men to rescue your meth lab, you and Cesare are wasting time with unsuitable women.”
