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“That’s a question I won’t be answering,” I respond coolly.
I’ve already fucked up with Viola. I’m not going to share her secret with her brothers. She has every right to go to Club Sin.
The memory of me calling her a whore, just a few days ago, has my stomach knotting up. I should have never used the knowledge I have against her. It makes me no better than Martinez and his men.
I’ve become a man I’m not very proud of in some ways. For what?
I’ve now aligned myself with the family I always saw as the enemy because I need Viola in my life.
I’ve realized how much I risked, and I’d rather have our woman in my arms than money and power. It’s quite a revelation and it came just a little bit too late.
I can only hope there’s enough time to repair the damage I’ve done and to get Viola to accept me, my apology and us. I want her in our lives. I need her in our lives.
I don’t even know when it happened. It wasn’t all at once, I don’t think. Or maybe it was, and I was just too blind to see it.
I know something changed the night we spent together at Club Sin, but I was too intent on going forward with the plan and using her to get what I’ve been focused on for so fucking long. Too fucking long.
We stop the vehicle in the industrial area surrounding the warehouse and file out silently. My heart starts racing and adrenaline starts to course through my veins. We’re so fucking close to getting Viola back.
For the first time in a very long time, I’m afraid of what we’re going to find tonight. I don’t know what state she’s going to be in. I hate the fear curling along my skin, but I can’t shake it off. Not yet. Not until she’s safe and back in my arms.
“No matter what we find when we get her, we’ll deal with it,” Massimo assures me in a whisper as we move toward the warehouse.
I look at him, gratefulness bubbling up inside of me for my youngest brother. He really is the best of us.
I’m not surprised Martinez doesn’t have anyone guarding the front of the warehouse. The man is overly confident, and it will be his downfall. Dante stays with me and my brothers to breach the front while the others and Tony go around to come in from the back.
I give Dante a nod and step forward, ready to go in. I can tell by the look in his eyes that he wants to be the first one through the door, but this is our woman and my fuck-up I need to fix. I’m going in first.
Dante eases back a little bit, giving me the room, and with it, it feels like, a little bit of his blessing. I have no doubt it won’t be easy to gain his trust, but as long as we get Viola’s love it’ll be worth the effort.
I kick the door open, and we enter the building, crouching down low and moving along the walls as the sounds of shouting fill up the space. Every one of Martinez’s men are brought down as we move forward as a unit. We aren’t shooting to maim, not tonight. We’re shooting to kill.
The walls of the warehouse are rusted, and it smells like mold. Knowing our woman is in here makes my skin crawl.
When we get around the crates near the front part of the warehouse, the middle of the room is wide open. There’s a man standing over Viola. She’s strapped to a chair in the middle of the room. He aims and Marco pulls me back behind the last crate, making sure I have some cover, as the man fires.
I can still see the image of Viola, her eyes wide with surprise when she saw me. It’s burned into my mind. A few more shots ring out and I peek around the edge of the crate to find the last of Juan’s men bleeding out on the floor.
Viola spits on the man who is laying next to her chair and pledges to a dead man, “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you still lose your hands just like you lost your life.”
My dick fucking jumps in my pants as I walk around the crate and head straight for our woman, my brothers flanking me. I hardly spare a glance at the carnage around us. I only have eyes for the woman in front of me.
I drop to my knees in front of her chair as my brothers pull out knives and get to work at cutting away her bindings. Everything ceases to exist as her dark eyes study me. I have a feeling she didn’t think we would come for her, and it guts me.
Her voice is shaky, none of the sass I just heard when threatening a dead man present, “What are you doing here?”
I cup her face in my hands and press my forehead against hers, not caring about the warm blood seeping into the fabric of my pants. “I’m here for you,il nostro cuore,” I confess. “I’m sorry for the things I said. I didn’t mean any of them. I knew the moment you walked out the door that I had made a terrible mistake. It’s not easy for me to say I’m sorry or admit when I’m wrong.” She snorts and I find my lips curving into a smile. “But for you,” I take a deep breath, “I want to try because you deserve a million apologies and to be worshiped.”
Viola’s arms wrap around my shoulders, and she clings to me as if she’s trying to soak up some of my strength. I have plenty to share. She can have as much as she needs.
Massimo’s voice is soft and full of concern, “Are you okay?”
Marco sounds like a fucking puppy, “Why do we need to cut off this bastard’s hands?” His voice drops to a whisper, “That was sexy as fuck,il nostro cuore.”
“I’m okay,” she whispers. She clears her throat, her voice coming out stronger. “They didn’t break me. Juan threatened to sell me,” she shudders in my arms as she confesses what the bastard said to her. “I promised the man laying in his own blood next to me that I would make sure his hands got cut off after he touched me.”
I growl, the sound feral and unhinged, at the thought of anyone putting their hands on our woman. “I’ll cut off his hands myself,” I vow as I pull back and look into Viola’s eyes.
