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Annoyed, Simone wrinkles her nose. “Me? Why do I have to go?”
Mom looks ready to blow a gasket. “Because your sister is on lockdown and you’re her maid of honor. Now move. We need to get there pronto.”
Simone rolls her eyes but gets off the bed. Punk doesn’t look pleased. “Stella, maybe you should send one of the guys over or at least have one of them go with you. Atlas wants to keep the herd close.”
My mom huffs. “The only one required to have a bodyguard is Jo. Simone and I are perfectly fine running over there and grabbing those gowns. Hell, I’ve been going to the grocery store daily by myself and nothing has happened.”
Punk scratches his head. “I don’t know, mom.”
But Stella does what Stella wants. She plants a kiss on Punk’s smooth head and spins out of the room with my sister. Punk pulls out his phone and logs into the crews’ security app.
I cross my arms over my chest. “You’ve got to be kidding! When did Chase put tracking on my family?”
“Shush, angry sprite. He got permission first before installing it. He learned from Prez’s fuck up.” He pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he studies his phone. “They’re en route. Do you feel like going to the gym downstairs with me, or you want me to chill with you some more?”
Typically, when I’m in the house, I don’t need security detail—Punk chooses to hang out with me as opposed to going off and doing his own thing.
“Go ahead and get your workout in. I’m going to keep plugging away at this mock-up. I’m not presenting to the client ‘till after Maceo and I are back from our honeymoon, but if I can get it done now, it’s one less stress later on.”
Punk doesn’t look eager to leave me alone. I nudge him. “I can’t get into any trouble here.”
With a resounding groan, Punk gets up and heads for the gym.
A half-hour goes by with me working in silence. I manage to get fairly far on my layout plan when my phone buzzes. Simone is calling.That can’t be good.Maybe there’s a problem with the dresses after all?
I answer. “Before I ask what’s wrong, how bad is it on a scale from one to ten?”
“A ten plus,” a smooth, accent responds.
Dread floods my system. “Lorenzo?”
“Yes, Pina. Mmm, how I’ve missed you. Have you missed me?”
I hop off the bed, racing to the door, ready to scream for one of the guys.
“Before you do anything drastic, I must warn you. I’ll do harm to your lovely mother and sister if you notify Atlas or any of his men. I’m sorry I have to frighten you with threats, but your fiancé has left me no other choice. He shouldn’t have handed over Gianna to the FBI or gotten involved with my drug trafficking—he put all this into motion.”
I hear whimpering and muffled screams on the other end of the phone. “Please. Don’t hurt them. They’ve done nothing wrong.”
“Calm, Pina. They won’t be harmed as long as you do as I command,” Lorenzo coos.
“Anything,” I say without hesitation. “Just name it.”
Lorenzo’s husky chuckle makes my skin crawl. “Leave him. Come to me willingly and be mine.”
I gulp down my revulsion. “Lorenzo—”
I hear Simone scream in fear, stifled yet loud enough. I recognize that sound. It’s the same sound I made when Jacob tried to force himself on me.
“Luca, leave her be,” Lorenzo warns, his voice holding a hint of humor. “Do not play with her unless I say so.”
My blood runs cold. Lucky Luca—the most sadistic henchman in Lorenzo’s inner circle. The man who spent years beating and raping Candy for sick kicks.
He’s touching my sister. He’s hurting her. Oh, God, no, please, no!
“Don’t you dare let that pig touch her,” I scream into the phone.
Lorenzo laughs. “Luca is like a hog in rut, but I promise I won’t let him hurt her.”
