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I run a hand through my hair.
This is going to be a war, and the fight of our lives. I can feel it in my bones.
Something just doesn’t add up. I have that feeling in the pit of my stomach.
We all want to know who this asshole is, but the question is why?
Yes, power, greed, money, but taking out the entire Medici family, including our women and our friends, this is brutal.
This is mob life. The dirty, lowdown stink of it.
And it’s done a full circle.
We have to fight fire with fire.
We have to fight until we’re the only ones left standing.
11
SAGE
Of course,nobody ever really gets what they ask for.
I wanted no distractions, aside from checking on Dante’s shoulder for any signs of infection, and to change the dressing. But what I ended up getting was all the Medici men at once.
Angelo. Marco. Dante and lastly Fynn. Along with Rocco, the big guy who never says very much but is always lurking.
I wonder idly if it’s too late to ask for a stiff drink. I might just need it after facing all of them at once.
They’re all in Marco’s office, which was where the security desk told me I’d find Dante.
I don’t acknowledge Fynn, but Angelo speaks before anyone else.
“Sage,” Angelo says, my eyes snapping to him.
Fynn looks as broody and angry as he did the other night. It’s not a sight I see too often.
“Angelo.” I smile sweetly. “It’s nice to see you again.”
Marco gives me a nod, Dante hugs me with his good arm, and Rocco stands by the door, guarding it, from what I don’t know. It’s like Fort Knox in here.
“Thank you, for what you did for Dante,” he goes on, like he hasn’t already thanked me enough.
I wave him off. “It’s fine, Angelo. I’m just glad Dante’s okay, that’s all that matters.”
Seeing them all here like this, together, makes me realize how much I have missed being around them. It seems like a lifetime ago that we were all kids in the same neighborhood, albeit from very different walks of life.
I feel that surge inside me, fiercely protective of these men. They’re family.
Still with his arm slung around me, Dante says in my ear, “What did you do to my brother, stab him in the eye with a pencil?”
I snort a laugh, not meeting Fynn’s eye. “No. He managed to get in a mood all by himself.”
“Huh.”
One thing about Fynn, my secrets are safe with him. He and Dante are close, being twins, but I’m glad he didn’t blurt out my private life to his brother. That would have been not only embarrassing, but infuriating.
“Is there anything I can get you? Won’t you stay for dinner after?” Angelo goes on.
