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“I better go. The GPS is barking out instructions.”
“Tell Stone we’re thinking about him.”
“He can hear you.”
“We love you both so much, M.”
“I love you too.”
Chapter Forty-Six
Stone
My side hurt like a bitch.
Every bump we hit was like getting shot all over again. But as long as it was me instead of Muriella, I could handle it.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in Texas?”
“Don’t remind me,” I said, already dreading having to tell Zegas I wouldn’t make the interview. “I left my phone at the apartment. Found your stuff. Lost my shit.” My head rolled toward her. “Sorry.”
“You shouldn’t have come.” She glossed over my language.
“I hoped you’d think I was your hero cowboy. Guess not.”
She cut her eyes over to me, her gaze withering. “You could’ve been killed.”
“If it kept you from going back with him, I’d call that a fair trade.”
“Don’t talk like that.”
“You’d have done the same for me. That’s why you shot him. To protect me.”
She bristled. “I would have escaped.”
“I don’t doubt that. But there was no chance in hell I wasn’t going to be your backup.”
“It was stupid. You have no idea how dangerous he is.”
“And what if your brother hadn’t been on your side, then what?” I challenged, though I didn’t want to think about that possibility.
“He was, so it’s irrelevant.” She lifted her chin and slowed the truck.
A massive wrought iron gate opened on our approach. We rolled through and crept down a long driveway lined by a thick forest of trees. Other than the headlights, it was pitch black.
The forest eventually gave way to an estate mansion spread out a country mile. Muriella wheeled around the fountain in the center of the circular drive. Five figures in dark clothing awaited us near the massive entrance.
“Wait here.” She pointed at me and jumped out of the truck before I had a chance to respond.
Like hell I’d sit still while she confronted strangers on her own.
I pulled on the door handle, cursed under my breath as pain sliced through me, and gritted my teeth as I managed to maneuver one leg out of the cab.
“He’s not as bad off as Daniel indicated?” said a man approaching the car with Muriella.
“I’m not sure if I’m glad to see you or should be looking for a weapon,” I said when I recognized Donato Salvatore.
We’d only been recently introduced when his brother and that other son of a bitch had threatened to kill Muriella and Vivian in Daniel’s apartment. He’d defused the situation, and Daniel seemed to trust him, so I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.
