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And as Evelina, who also looks untouched and reprimand-free somehow, speaks softly in her ear, still soothing her with a gentle touch, I wonder what the fuck has really been going on here.

There’s no time for questions.

“We need to move,” I say, as calmly as possible, motioning Dom forward. “Evelina, Sofia…Dom is going to take you somewhere safe. I’m going to call Dante, and he’s going to meet you as soon as you get there, okay? Dante is the reason we found you, and he can’t wait to see you, Sofia.”

I try my best at being soft, but it doesn’t come easily. The words don’t feel right as they leave my mouth. But I can’t have Sofia freaking the fuck out, either. The wild look in her eyes tells me we’re close to something going very, very wrong.

“Did you hear that, Sof?” Evelina turns to her, a smile lighting up her beautiful face.

All I want to do is grab her and get the fuck out of here, and knowing I can’t fucking kills me. Soon.Tonight. I will get back to her tonight no matter what I have to do. I’m not letting this woman out of my sight again. Not ever.

“We’re going to see Dante. He’s going to take us somewhere safe,” Evelina whispers to Sofia.

Sofia starts shaking her head, narrowing her eyes at the three of us, and finally, she speaks.

“Iamsafe, Evelina. Why are you doing this? Why do you keep saying those things to me? We’re safe here. If you want to go with them, that’s fine. But I’m staying here. Gabriel will be back to tuck me in soon.” She smiles and pats Evelina on the hand, and Evelina looks at me with tears in her eyes.

She slightly shakes her head back and forth, and I nod to Dom.

I instructed him to bring a dose of Rohypnol in case we needed it, never truly thinking we would, but better to have it and not need it than not have it and need it, right?

Dom slowly walks over to the women, and Sofia tucks herself tightly against Evelina just as Evelina grabs Sofia’s face in her hands and helps her to focus on her.

“You’ll see, Sof,” Evelina whispers. “I promise. You’ll understand eventually.”

Dom jabs the needle into Sofia’s neck, and only seconds later, Sofia collapses in Evelina’s arms, sound asleep.

Now it’s time for part two of this plan.

I need to beat the shit out of Matteo.

17

NICCOLÒ

“Niccolò, you are the acting boss of the Amato Mafia Family.”

Gabriel announces the bombshell to the group of men sitting in his study. I don’t have to look at Stefano, Pietro, or Matteo to know there’s total shock on each of their faces.

The title ofMafia Bosswasn’t as much of a surprise to me. I’ve been watching Gabriel’s every move for years, and the bastard is a predictable nightmare. I knew the coward would run the second Dante DeSantis realized his sister was tucked away in Gabriel’s locked section of our home last night. It’s been a fucking shitstorm since.

Matteo and I made sure Gabriel himself found us after giving Dom enough time to get away from the house with Evelina and Sofia. Matteo and I went fucking nuts from our adrenaline, so when I suggested we beat the shit out of each other to make it look like some men from the cartel came in and stole Evelina and Sofia, and about killed us in the process, we made that shit look as real as possible.

My lip is busted all to hell, and Matteo’s right eye looks like it’s pretty fucking painful from my right hook.

Gabriel was in such a frenzy when he found us, and the missing women, that he didn’t even bother questioning why the intruders didn’t just shoot us. But I had an answer ready to go for that too, if needed.

Once Teo and I were semi-coherent enough, we told him it looked like someone fucked with our cameras and broke in. We said we’d each checked the perimeter and the main floor a few times, and then somehow we were breached.

The two of us heard something upstairs, noticed the floor had been broken into, and ran up to see what the fuck was going on, and that’s when we saw four men with Evelina and Sofia. They quickly outnumbered us and escaped with the women. The bolt cutters and torn-apart door enhanced the believability there.

Gabriel immediately went ape shit—tearing apart the house, convinced the cartel really were after him.

He also shot six of his men, execution style, because he suspected them of trading secrets with The Blood Syndicate. How else would they have known where his locked-down floor was and be able to enter swiftly and soundlessly?

The fucker has finally flown the goddamn cuckoo’s nest.

Matteo and I have just helped him along a bit.

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