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I flinch at his words and Jasmine says quickly, “What Angelo means is that you were divorcing him. He wasn’t a nice man and, well, you’re better off not remembering anything about him.”
“I was divorcing him. Why?”
I can’t believe I don’t remember that, and Angelo says bitterly, “Because he is the man responsible for putting you in hospital.”
As the engines start up, it takes our attention away from the conversation and as we taxi out, I lean back in my seat with a troubled feeling inside. Whatever happened between me and my husband wasn’t good it seems and yet surely I would remember that. Remember him even.
Once again, I steal a look at Alessandro and take a sharp breath because the fury on his face tells me he’s angry about this. What did my husband do and why do they hate him so much?
As the plane takes off to God only knows where, I pray so hard that my memory is waiting for me there because something important is tapping away inside me. Something I must remember, and I don’t have a clue what it is.
CHAPTER13
ALESSANDRO
All this time, I’ve wanted Winter back. It’s been the most important thing on my mind and the driving force behind everything I do. Now she’s here, I must deal with my emotions. I never thought for one second she wouldn’t remember me. I understand it’s due to the head wound, but it’s killing me inside.
As I watch her from the corner of my eye as she chats with Jasmine, I physically ache to touch her. To pull her beside me and hold on tight because I love her. I have no doubt about that, but I’m a stranger to her. She is polite, but the lost expression in her eyes is tearing me apart and I’m not alone. Angelo is also going through hell because she may be here physically, but mentally, she is fucked.
Was it something Massimo did, and the head wound had no part in this? I need answers and so does the boss, which is why we decided it was best to take her to Sicily.
Just picturing the man responsible, currently residing in my grandfather’s holding cell, makes my blood sizzle like flesh on fire. We have business to attend to in Sicily. Mafia business and they don’t call me The Beast for nothing.
Angelo leans forward and says in a low voice, “Under no circumstances is Winter ever to see that bastard again. Keep her well away from him.”
“Do you really think I’d allow that?” I fix him with a bitter expression. “That bastard will regret the day he took Winter from us.”
Angelo nods, the hatred glittering behind his eyes. “Will she be ok?”
He looks worried and I snap. “Yes. She will come back to us. Part of me hopes her memory never returns, and she never has to live with what that bastard did to her. But we want our girl back and I will do everything possible to make that happen.”
We both glance over and see Winter lying back against the seat, her eyes closed. Jasmine flashes Angelo a concerned look, and he sighs. “I never thought it would be like this.”
As I stare at the beauty who stars in my dreams every night, I nod with bitter agreement. “I certainly never expected it.”
Sighing, I bring the conversation back to business.
“What happened at Massimo’s mansion?”
“Fucking weirdo.” Angelo shakes his head.
“Why?”
“The place was impenetrable. Even the fact his men had left didn’t help us. The place is protected by weird biometric shit. We couldn’t even kick the doors or window in.”
“So, what did you do?”
I’m curious and he shrugs. “We blew it to fucking hell.”
“Is there anything left?”
“I fucking hope not.”
He laughs softly. “It’s a building plot. Apparently, the news reports are writing it off as a freak gas explosion. Fire crews attempted to save it, but all that’s left is dust.”
“Any casualties?” I’m mildly interested, and he shakes his head.
“Not reported ones, but who knows what poor unfortunate souls were held in that house of horrors?”
