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I dive back into the ballroom with Drazen right behind me, make a beeline for the side door, and crash through it. We tear down a hallway, up the main stairs, down another hall, and then up the staircase to the rooftop patio.
My gun is already out, and I can hear Drazen chambering a round in his behind me as I slam the door to the roof open.
“Don’t you fuckingtouch her!”
Across the patio from us, Tempest is standing tall and furious between my sister and Silvio like some kind of shimmering avenging angel. Bianca’s eyes are wide and her face pale as she cowers behind Tempest. Silvio, meanwhile, is snarling in rage, holding his hand to his bleeding cheek. Fuck me, are thosescratch marks?
“You littlecunt?—”
It happens in a millisecond. Silvio goes to shove Tempest aside. But the second he takes one step toward her, she winds up and then absolutelycrushesthe highball glass in her hand against the other side of his face.
Silvio screams in agony, instantly dropping to his knees as shattered glass and blood explodes everywhere. Tempest shrieks too, dropping the smashed glass and clutching at her hand as Drazen and I bolt across the patio.
I knee Silvio hard, smashing him to the ground and sinking my toe into his soft belly.
“Watch him,” I snarl at Drazen. The Serbian grins with pleasure as he puts the heel of his wingtip dress shoe to the back of Silvio’s neck and points the gun at the snivelling asshole’s head. I rush over to Bianca, but she shakes her head.
“I’m fine! Help her!!”
I whirl and my eyes lock on Tempest, kneeling on the ground, wincing as she holds the hem of her dress to her bleeding hand.
Fuck.
“I’m fine, Dante. Seriously.”
Bianca pushes past me, and walks over to where Tempest is sitting on the kitchen counter nursing the hand Lorenzo has just finished bandaging. It’s nothing serious: no stitches needed. Still, I’m not exactly stoked for the inevitable shitstorm that’s going to hit the fan when Gabriel and Alistair find out what happened.
Apparently, Silvio blundered his way up there, found my sister and Tempest having a drink, and tried to start some shit with Bianca. But then Tempest got between them, shoved him away, and scratched him when he tried to hit her. Drazen and I barged in just in time to see her smash her gin and tonic against the side of his head, cutting him up pretty badly and her onlysort ofbadly in the process.
There’s going to be fallout from this. Luckily, I’ve got security footage of the roof showing Silvio as the instigator. Drazen and his men are currently bringing him to a superb Russian doctor Drazen knows who’s apparently a real pro. He’ll be fine.
But it’s also not like Frank Bonpensiero is an old buddy of mine, and he does love his moron of a son. This will take some special handling.
I’ll deal with that later. More importantly, and mercifully, Bianca is fine, aside from being a little shaken up.
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
Tempest gives her a wry smile. “Why not? I mean, screw that asshole. He can’t talk to you like that.”
My sister turns and smiles at me. “She’s a total badass, dude. Congrats.”
I just nod quietly. “Lorenzo, would you make sure my sister gets home okay?”
Bianca’s smile drops as she glares at me. “Really? Is this you sending me to my room? I mean what thefuck, Dante?!”
I shake my head as I walk up to her and hug her tightly.
“No, B. This is me getting you as safe as I can right now.”
Her scowl softens as I pull back to lock my eyes with hers.
“My house is currently crawling with mafia from four different families with fuck knows how many different dramas lurking beneath the surface.Your place, meanwhile, is mafioso-free, and is a goddamn fortress.”
I know this because I paid a small fortune to make it one.
“Plus, you’ll have Lorenzo and his men there making sure there’s no blowback from this. Okay?”
Lorenzo’s been my head of security for years and has watched Bianca grow up. He’d step on a landmine for her without hesitation.
