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“You need to get a grip.”
I glare at my center console where the screen for my informant’s number sits.
“I mean it. You’re going to get us both killed if you keep poking the bear.”
I shake my head. “I’ll poke my revolver to his forehead instead. How about that?”
“Killian.”
I roll my eyes. No one in that entire group fucking listens.
“What?”
“Get it together. I’m not willing to die over you being an idiot.”
I let out a slow breath, trying to relax myself. Up ahead, I spot the street for my townhouse.
“I heard you the first time.”
“Thenlistento me. Whatever you’re planning on doing right now, don’t. Go home and cool off. I need you to not be a hothead and to actually use your brain. We aren’t going to get any of this done if you’re too busy thinking up ways to kill him.”
I hate that my informant is right. I hate that the logic is there, and I just can’t seem to see it at the moment. I want to… but I can’t.
I pull into the hidden drive up to my townhouse and kill the engine once my car is in its parking spot. I lean back in my seat and rub my hands over my face, sighing.
“Do you hear me?”
“Yes.” That pointed tone of theirs can be so annoying. “I heard you the first seven times.”
There is a snort before, “Good. I’ll call you when I have more information. Until then, keep Antonella safe.”
“I will.”
“I’ll talk to you soon.”
Without another word, the line goes dead. I drop my hands into my lap and lean my head back against the headrest. I curse under my breath when I recall my informant’s words. I don’t want to admit that they were right. I have to keep my cool and not let my emotions get the better of me.
It’s hard. I know that what we are doing is going better than expected, but I can’t help the pit that forms in my stomach when I think about how easy it was to take Nella for myself. What if I had actually been a deviant psychopath? Using her as my own personal blowup doll just like her father thought I was? I pop my door open, letting the fresh air clear my head.
Like my informant said—I needed to get a grip. There is more at stake here than Nella’s honor, and I need to remember that. Even if it made me want to bash someone’s head in.
While I lie low, I needed to figure out Marco’s next move. This isn’t the end of him trying to secure a deal with the Thomas family. Of course, he’ll need to come up with something else now that his daughter isn’t an option, and I know he eventually will.
The only problem now is making sure that I am already two steps ahead of him.
I get out of my car and kick the door shut. I have to follow Ava’s advice and approach Nella in a way that makes me seem less antagonistic. Even though she is currently my prisoner until further notice, I don’t want her feeling uncomfortable while staying here.
I know she will try to escape at some point. It’s only a matter of time. Which is why my threat about hunting her down had been serious the moment it left my mouth.
What she didn’t know was that the barrel of her father’s gun is waiting for her on the other side of my door, ready to take her down the moment she’s in his sights.
She needs to understand that returning to that place would be a death sentence.
I sigh to myself and open my front door.
Perhaps I can invite her down for dinner if she wants to speak with me—after I find out where she is hiding. I’m not much of a cook, but I could at least try and lighten the mood.
I toss my keys onto the side table by the door and shut the door behind me. I listen for the automatic lock to engage before stepping further into the house.
