I waited until he was back at the house before I pulled out my phone and called Francesca.
She answered right away, like she’d been waiting for this call. “Tell me you’re on your way.”
It was hard to deny her, to hear the desperation in her beautiful voice.
The silence continued.
Then she released a heavy sigh filled with disappointment.
“I have to finish this.”
“Tomorrow—”
“Now.”
She didn’t argue with me.
“I can’t stop, Francesca. I can’t stop until every single motherfucker behind this is bones and ash. Nobody—and I mean fucking nobody—touches my woman and gets away with it.” She didn’t have a clue how much I wanted to go home to her. To kiss away her tears and let her cry in my arms. To be the shelter and protection her broken heart needed right now. But my blood lust was insatiable. Hanging all those assholes from the tree and hacking them to pieces wasn’t enough. Luigi Lombardi crossed us—and his brother tried to finish the job.
Well, he failed.
Now he had to deal with me.
I was so proud of the way she’d survived, of the way she’d stood her ground while the bodies of her enemies filled the room around her. The way she’d blasted them with bullets and cut them with her knife.
I was so fucking proud.
Seeing her standing there as the victor coated in the blood of the men she’d blown to pieces… I’d never wanted to fuck her more.
But what I wanted more was revenge.
I wanted it raw and bloody and violent.
And I would laugh while I took it from Umberto’s dying hands.
“I’ll let you know when I’m on my way home.”
“Wolfe.”
I wanted to call her baby, but I was still angry right now.
“You promised me…”
And now she just made me angrier, reminding me of a promise I would give anything to revoke.
“You promised me you wouldn’t hurt a woman or a child, and I know Umberto has a family.”
I stared at the house and saw Leo come out with some of the other guys, all carrying guns and ammunition for the hit we were about to do. Inside, I was seething, pissed off that Francesca put these fucking restraints on me.
“Wolfe,” she said gently. “Please.”
“You know what they were going to do to you?”
She said nothing.
“Because I do.” I didn’t torture them for information.They just told me everything they knew in the hope they would be spared from the carnage.
“I don’t care.”
