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Giorgio made a deeper noise and mumbled something in Russian. He tossed the knife, lodging it in the ground, and pulled out another, streams of red painting his hand.
Joel shot a text off to Mo.
Joel
Hey, Mo-mo.
Blood glove.
Mo
Aww, Gio.
Ok. Omw.
They’d learned the full extent of what Giorgio had endured at the hands of his father from Mo. The man known asVaterdid a number on Giorgio, even forcing him to bury his mother, so it was no surprise that Giorgio sometimes “broke.” He was most vulnerable to snapping whenever children being harmed or disadvantaged, in any way, came into play.
Joel tucked his phone away and continued. “By the way, me and Eesh met Theo’s teacher’s husband at that school trip to Vasa Museum. He could be part of all of this too. There was something about the way he called Ayesha ‘Mrs. Savea’ instead of ‘Mrs. Lattimore’ that didn’t sit right with me.”
They looked at him.
“Or ‘Ms.’ Savea,” he quickly added. “I was just using Mrs. Lattimore as an example.”
“I’m surprised you lasted this long.” Gage smiled, although the expression was empty. “Unless you two pulled a Dez and Larke and got hitched without telling us.”
Joel shrugged.
“What’s his name?” Julien asked. “Theo’s teacher’s Mrs. Mason, right?”
“Yeah. He went by Trevor.”
Gage’s eyebrows raised. “Trevor Mason?”
“You know him? He sounded Aussie.”
“I served with a Trevor Mason in Special Forces, but he wouldn’t introduce himself with his actual name if he’s part of the group watching Ayesha.”
“She wouldn’t be a threat to him,” Mike pointed out. “More than likely, he did that shit on purpose, probably trying to see if she recognized the name. So if we have Lavigne, Adrían, Trevor, Larke’s tech guy, and the dead guy, there’s a missing Asian. I guaran-fucking-tee you, he’s Asian.” He clasped his hands in front of his face. “Please, let me go find out who this last motherfucker is.”
“Hello, you handsome lads,” Mo greeted, stepping into the room. Giorgio looked up, and she smiled. “Hey, boo.”
“Who has called my Bez?”
“Nobody did, Gio. I just missed you.” She crossed the room, over to him, and took his hand. “What were you guys talking about?”
Giorgio glanced around the room.
“Theo,” Joel answered.
She nodded, and they watched as she pulled a roll of gauze from her jacket pocket and wrapped it around Giorgio’s hands and fingers. Giorgio’s gaze alternated between the top of her head and the white roll she wound until no red could be seen through the mesh.
“Giorgio, I love who you are,” she said. “I love how you take care of us, and I don’t mean only me and Mr. Aleksi, the CEO of the Pozza household.Allof us. Remember how you carried Ayesha when she was sick? She does. We talk about it all the time. And Ari, she sees you as a brother, not a brother-in-law. Think about it—I feel as close to you as I am to my twin sister. Plus, Theo! Theo adores you, and you make him feel safe. You mean the world to us, every last one of us, and for me, you’re my whole world.”
He watched as she finished wrapping his hand and tucked away the roll, and it was like he’d never seen a wound tended to before in his life.
She turned around and sent Joel a wink. “You guys just about done? I was thinking about taking Aleksi to the park or something. It’s nice out, and the CEO requires a break.”
“Me and Tay’ll bring Grey,” Gage said.
