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It takes me a second to realize what she just said.
"Quinn, stop!" I bark.
She stands stock-still, her hand extended toward a bouquet of flowers I did not send for.
"Stay right there."
"Adriano," she says, in a small whisper of a voice. "What's the matter?"
"I didn't get those. Don't move."
I pull up my phone and bark out commands, and within seconds, six of my men are in my apartment. "You check the footage," I say to one. "You, check the flowers." My man pales, but he knows if there's anything in those flowers that will hurt my wife, he signed up to take the hit for her.
"Quinn, come here."
And for once in her goddamn life, she does what I say when I tell her, thank fuck.
When she’s safely tucked under my arm, I nod for him to look at them since he’s trained to defuse bombs. He circles the bouquet carefully, walking around it with his eyes trained on the flowers. He swallows, his Adam's apple bouncing up and down, as one of my men checks the security footage, another checks the locks on the windows and doors, another checks the bathroom, the cabinets, and the tub, another checks the other rooms, and the last checks the outside perimeter.
Sergio is the only one with this address, and he's not the type to send me flowers.
"Boss, there's a drone circling the building." Fuck. I've hardly been trying to hide her, but this is more aggressive than even I expected.
"You have enemies, I'm guessing?" she says lightly. I press my fingers to her elbow to ask her silently to be quiet. This is no joking matter.
"Nothing dangerous on the flowers, sir. There is a note."
"Give it to me."
I read the message, curse, then crumple and shove it in my pocket.
"Find the owner of that drone. What does the footage show?"
"Flowers were delivered two hours before you arrived home, Boss. The delivery person was wearing a green polo shirt with the logo of a local florist. Running facial recognition software right now."
"Uh, babe?" Quinn say, wincing. “What’s going on here?"
"I thought it was safe to bring you home. It's not."
One of my men is on the phone with the florist, while the others are scanning for fingerprints.
"They were stolen, Boss. Someone came into their shop and demanded a car and a set of keys. They took flowers with them, too. The florist immediately called the police. Whoever did this was smart. The cops found the truck, but they have no idea who drove it. Whoever it was left no fingerprints."
I'm taking her back to Bella Notte. I could take her to a safe house, but after the safety protocols I've put in place, Bella Notte is the safest place for us to go.
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CHAPTERFOURTEEN
“MMM… THE LECTURE.”
Quinn
Why doI feel like this is my fault? I always feel like things are my fault, but I’m working on it.
I was the one that asked to see his place, when he was perfectly fine staying at Bella Notte.
Is he overreacting?
