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I turn to Emiliano. “Get the doctor,” I snarl, pissed that someone has managed to get close to her.
What I want to know is where the fuck is everyone else? This apartment complex is for my men, and yet a gunshot sounds and no one is here?
A hand presses against my shoulder. “She’s going to be fine,” Dario says quietly. “You’re also going to have to realize that revenge is no longer the answer.”
I glare at him. He’s right, but fuck… I’ll be damned if I admit it to anyone.
Emiliano enters the elevator with us, our guns drawn, ready for whatever we’re about to face.
My jaw is clenched as my mind whirls with different scenarios. God, I can’t even think straight. I just need her to be alive. Time seems to tick by slowly. The fucking elevator is taking its sweet time to get to the apartment. The doors slide open, and I take in the scene. A man is standing with his back to us, gun in hand, pointed in Teagan’s direction. My wife drops to her knees and reaches for her red-haired friend, who’s in bad shape. Blood seeps from her back. There’s no fucking way she’s going to survive this.
The fucking bastard readjusts his aim, and my feet are moving. I reach for his arm and pull it back, hearing the sickening crack of his bone braking. “You’re a dead man,” I growl. The gun drops to the floor as I push the man to his knees.
“Emiliano, take this cunt,” I hiss as I push the fucker into my right-hand man’s arms. Right now, I need to check on my wife.
I step toward Teagan just as her friend slumps into her arms. She’s gone.“La mia bellissima moglie,”I say softly. The absolute devastation in her eyes is like a knife slicing through my chest. Christ. I hate that she affects me in every single way. “Come.”
She doesn’t move. Her eyes are wide and brimming with tears. I reach for her, lifting her into my arms. Her body is covered in blood. The blood of her friend. Dario helps, pulling Nell from her and lying her on the floor. Teagan sobs in my arms, and the sound is horrific. I fucking hate it. I grit my teeth and tighten my hold on her.
She looks up at me, and I see the pain and heartache in her eyes. Fuck. This wouldn’t have happened had she just done as she was told and stayed the fuck at home. At least there she was properly secured. She was safe. Now look. She could have fucking died. Lorenzo could have died. Christ.
Guilt and shame swirl in her gray eyes. The brightness has gone. Now they’re dull and bleak. She asks if Lorenzo is okay.
My jaw is going to break if I continue to clench it. “He’s been shot. It's a flesh wound. He’ll be okay.” He’s strong. Although he was bleeding like a stuck pig, he’s alive and he’ll be fine.
She mumbles something, and I blink, unsure if I heard her correctly. I glance down at her, wondering if what she said is true. “What?”
“He shot me. My arm’s bleeding,” she slumps against me, her head resting against my chest, her words slurred and unsteady.
I tighten my arms around her. “The fuck?” I growl. This can’t be fucking happening. No fucking way did that cunt shoot my wife. I shift her in my arms, needing to see for myself. She cries out in pain and goes limp in my arms.
I glance at Dario, who’s watching on with worry. “Teagan?” I call out as I shake her a little, but it’s no use. She’s unconscious.
“Where’s that doctor?” I grind out, my feet moving toward the elevator. I feel like a caged animal wanting to escape and tear the fucking world apart.
“He’s downstairs with Lorenzo,” Dario assures me. “Mattia is back with the other woman. She’s demanding to know what’s going on.”
“Tell Mattia to stay up here with Nell until our men come. The other woman needs to be put into another apartment.” She can’t stay here, and there’s no fucking way I’m letting her back onto the streets. Not after what Teagan told me.
“I’ll have Diego take care of her. He can move her into the apartment across town. It’s not as big as this, but it’s comfortable,” he says, pulling out his cell and calling Diego.
I nod tersely at him as I enter the elevator. Emiliano has already gone, and he took the fucking bastard with him. He knows what to do. He’ll take him somewhere where I can interrogate him once I’ve ensured that my wife is okay.
“Tee?” Portia cries when I step out of the elevator. “Is she okay?”
I turn to Dario and nod. He needs to explain to her what’s happened. My brother moves toward her and pulls her into the corner, where he begins to calm her down and tell her what’s happened.
“Mattia,” I say loudly. My man steps forward, his eyes hard as he glances at where the doctor has Lorenzo lying on the ground as he patches him up. “I need you to go to the women’s apartment and wait for our men to come. They are to take care of her and set everything up for the funeral.”
He nods. “Is Mrs. Gallo okay, boss?” he asks as he glances down at my wife’s unconscious body.
“She’s been hit,” I tell him, unable to stop the growl from escaping. “Flesh wound. She’ll be fine after some rest.”
“I’ll personally see that Nell is taken care of, boss.”
I give him a chin lift as I move toward the exit. “Doc, meet me at my house when you’re finished with Lorenzo,” I instruct him. “Lorenzo, you are to go home afterward.”
“Yes, boss,” I hear both men reply as I exit the building. It doesn’t take Dario long to catch up with me. He opens the car door for me to climb in with Teagan.
