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“Where is Cella?”

He hadn’t turned around to face his father or brother. The person who answered his most important question wasn’t Gian or Bene, however.

“She left yesterday. Packed her kid up, walked out of the hospital, and wouldn’t explain shit to me when I tried to talk to her.”

Marcus turned to find Chris had come back to the room, only now he leaned in the doorway. The blank expression on Chris’s face belied the anger he found in his brother’s stare.

“She left?” he asked.

“I tried to—”

“She’s gone.”

That time, it wasn’t even a question.

A million and one things raced through Marcus’s mind in those few seconds where no one around him had anything to say. He wanted to demand answers, although it was clear no one would have any for him. He wanted to ask for someone’s phone so that he could call Cella himself and find out why she felt like she had to leave at a time like this. The rational part of his brain knew he couldn’t make a scene, certainly not one over a woman, and he also knew Cella …

Her history.

This life.

“All right,” Marcus said thickly.

Chris cleared his throat. “Sorry, man.”

Right.

“Did you get my walking papers? I’m not staying in this hospital like a sitting duck for one more second.”

“The doctor said you really should stay,” Chris said with a shrug. “Even for just the day, Marcus.”

“Absolutely not.”

Not with this giant fucking hole in his heart.

Nobody would fix that.

The voices of Marcus’s family filtered up through the stairwell as his brothers discussed what their next move would be in between phone calls. Those calls had to be made, if only because any made Guzzi man with sense would be currently wondering about the state of their boss. No doubt, word of the attack would have traveled through the grapevine, and now they needed updates. Not only that, but they needed direction.

A stand down until otherwise notified.

A lay low from all the media and police.

Fucking hell.

Marcus’s next couple of weeks would be full of dodging interviews with officials while also trying to plan his next, and final, move against the biker gang. Not to mention, the media attention that would be all over this fucking story.

Things he didn’t need …

Bene and Chris took care of la famiglia’s side of things, which took something off his list to worry about for the moment. Chris would also be handling the personal side of things for Marcus while he was at it. All phone calls that weren’t from his immediate family would go through his personal assistant, who he still hadn’t spent more than five minutes with, but Chris assured the woman could handle it all. Everything else, he was told, would be only details.

He needed to focus on work.

Business.

The bastards in Quebec.

Or, that’s what he should be doing.