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Somehow, the chaos of the moment was fitting to the mess Sophie and I had created.
But one thing was for sure. Calculating my moves now wouldn’t change a damn thing with the situation at hand.
Me showing up at the door of the boss of the Irish Mafia in Boston was asking for trouble.
Asking for Sophie’s hand had disaster written all over it.
And if I had to face Craig Donnelly in a duel, I at least needed a second who would take care of my body.
My phone rang.
“Gabe? Where the fuck are you?” Alessandro’s voice sounded like a mixture of irritation and genuine worry.
“New York.”
“New York?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Private matter.”
He voiced his incredulity with a sarcastic chuckle. “There’s only one thing in the world that would cause you to completely lose your head and make rash, borderline idiotic decisions. Or should I say one person?”
I scraped my hand through my hair and sighed. “Alessio.” I clenched my jaw, restraining the surge of emotions that threatened my ability to keep my voice steady. “Take care of Cristo and Mamma.”
There was a moment of silence, loud and deafening.
“Will do,” he said.
My throat tight, I ended the call before he could say anything else and leaned back and stared out into the darkness of my surroundings, the inky expanse a reflection of my reality.
The blinking lights of another jet cut through the night like bolts of lightning—just like Sophie had cut through my gray existence with the light of defiance in her eyes bright and striking.
Too startling to ignore or forget.
I might very well be dead before the night was over.
Or I might finally have her in my arms again.
I shook my head to dislodge the gloomy thought of what might be.
At least the family business would be in good hands.
At least, I hoped it would be. I should’ve killed Fausto when I had the chance—that would’ve made it easier for Alessio, at least.
I disembarked from the jet, then exited the airport through the separate private terminal, but instead of the driver I was expecting, Vincenzo stood waiting next to a black SUV with blacked-out windows.
I raised a single eyebrow in question.
“Alessandro called and told me that, in no uncertain terms, he will hold me personally responsible to get you back in one piece.”
He opened the door and waited until I jumped in before closing it and taking the wheel.
The powerful engine roared to life, the vibrations coursing through my veins along with adrenaline that fueled my resolve.
“Care to tell me what the hell is going on?”
