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“First, I’m getting a whole fucking herd of my men over here to guard you, then I’m going to find that asshole if it’s the last thing I do.”

That icy fear laces around my lungs as I take in the madness swirling across Dante’s dark gaze. “Please, don’t go. Stay here with me.”

“I can’t, Rosa.” He shakes his head, rage carved into his features. “This has gone on long enough. I should’ve handled it myself weeks ago.”

“I’m scared,” I whisper.

“No one will get into the penthouse, I swear it. I’ll have an entire army at the front door.”

“I’m scared for you, you idiot.” I release his face and punch him in the shoulder.

The furious set to his jaw softens a touch, and the ghost of a smile curls the corner of his lip. “I’ll be fine, sweetheart. I can handle onepezzo di merdaplastic surgeon.”

“That’s all you’re going to do, just look for him, right?”

He nods slowly, but his eyes chase to the floor. Clasping my thumb and forefinger around his chin, I force his gaze to mine once again. “Promise me you’ll be back in our bed tonight.”

The half-smile turns into a full one as he regards me. “You saidour.”

“I did.”

Dante jerks me into him and captures my lips with the ferocity of a tempestuous storm. Crashing waves of desire roll between us as his tongue tangles with mine. When he finally pulls back, I’m breathless and panting, and so needy for more.

“Wait for me,” he mumbles against my mouth. “I’ll be back soon.”

I open my mouth to say something, but I can’t seem to string together a sentence.

“Promise me you won’t move from this penthouse, no matter what.”

I swallow hard before finally nodding. Before I can get another word out, he leaps up and stalks to the door. Fear pounds against my ribcage with each step as I watch him walk away. The door slams shut with an eerie ring of finality.

I love you. That’s what I should have said, damn it.

He’ll be fine. Dante will be fine.

I hug my knees to my chest and curl into a ball. The small card slides out from under my boot at the movement. It’s face down on the floor. For a second, I’d almost forgotten about it.

Drawing in a steady breath, I pick it up with trembling fingers and flip it around. My heart lodges itself up my throat as I scan the dark penmanship.

It’s almost time.

CHAPTER43

PAYBACK

Dante

Jerking off my helmet, I cut the motorcycle’s engine. It’s been sitting unused for too long, and I need the clarity only the freedom of a bike can bring. I eye Dr. Mark’s office across the street. If thebastardois too much of a chicken shit to show his face, I’ll just have to smoke him out.

But first … I pull my phone out of my pocket and jab my finger at the call button. “Tony, how many guys are at the penthouse?”

“I’ve got three at the building’s entrance, another two at the elevator, two on your floor, one outside the door and I’m inside with Rose per your instructions.”

“Good,” I growl. “How is she?”

“She seems okay. She’s sitting on the couch staring at that scrawny little Christmas tree. You couldn’t afford something a little nicer, boss?”

“Shut up, Tony.”

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