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"So, if you didn’t rig the car, then who did?"
"That’s something he’ll need to figure out himself, won’t he?"
"So, while we wait for him, we are simply going to sit here and shoot the breeze?"
"Probably, but to be fair, I don’t think we need to wait that long either."
"You’re that sure that he’ll come for me?"
"Surely, he must be able to keep track of you wherever you are?"
I frown, "How would you know that?"
"You are important to him—probably more than anything else he owns at the moment. Of course, he’d find a way to track you even when you are not in his line of sight."
I shake my head, "You Mafia guys."
"Not Mafia. I’m simply the leader of an organized crime group."
"Gosh, is that a posh way of saying you are a crook, or what?"
"Never claimed to be on the straight and narrow."
"No one would ever mistake you for that." I take another sip from my glass. "So, how long do you think I have to make conversation with you?"
"Surely, it’s not that much of a chore."
I glance at him, then away, "If you want me to be honest—"
"Always."
"I’d much rather be back on the island. But considering you took me from there, I doubt I’ll ever be going there again," I say glumly.
He chuckles, "Now, young lady, never say never again. If there’s one word of advice, I can give you it’s that…"
"That?"
He leans forward and touches my arm, "That you never know what’s going to happen next."
That’s when the door to the library is pushed open with such force that it slams against the wall. "Youtesta di cazzo!" a familiar dark voice growls, "I am going to kill you."
26
Michael
I lunge inside the room, spot the man seated opposite my wife. My wife… who seems to be in good shape overall, and he has his hand on her. He has his hand on her. JJ. Has. His. HAND. On. Her. Fuck. Anger thrums at my temples. My vision tunnels. I pull out my knife and throw it at him. The asshole ducks. She screams. The sound slices through the noise in my head. I jerk my head in her direction, in time to see her features pale. She jumps to her feet, takes a step in my direction, but JJ grabs her. The next moment he has a gun in his hand that he’s pressed into her temple.
I freeze. Glare at the traitor, who smiles. He gestures toward the chair he’s just vacated. I growl, deep in my throat, take a step in his direction. That’s when three men burst into the room.
Two of them grab me by my shoulders, the third pushes the butt of a gun into the back of my head. Anger suffuses me, pours thorough my blood. My stomach ties itself in knots as I take in the fear in her gaze.
FUCK! I had sworn to myself that I’d never allow her to be afraid. Never need for anything else. And I had broken my promise in a matter of days. Why am I unable to hold myself back when it comes to her? Will nothing I do ever be enough to protect her?
I had made it here as fast as I could, following the tracking device. Then had searched the house until I had found them.
The men push me toward the chair. She follows me with her gaze as they apply pressure on my shoulder so I sink down into it.
The man behind me removes his gun. He proceeds to pat me down, then when he finds me clean—not that I didn't want to carry weapons, but if I had any chance of getting close to her, I knew that I had to be clean—he pulls out a length of rope. He proceeds to run it around my arms and chest and tie me to the chair. He also knots it around my ankles. I flex my muscles, hoping to get some slack as he does so. I don’t take my gaze off of her. She swallows, and I shake my head.Don’t be afraid, my love. I won’t let anything happen to you.
