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I grab his jaw and force him to look at me. “Be thankful for the merciful deaths I’m giving you and your heir. I could’ve gutted you like I did the others.”
When I let go of him and I rise to my feet, he crawls to his son. Lifting his son’s head to his chest, he cries as the sorrow engulfs him.
For a moment, I play with the idea of letting him live so he can suffer the loss for the rest of his life.
He was responsible for sending the men who killed Giulio and Harlan. Because of this man, Skylar and I suffered.
She would want him dead.
Lifting my hand again, I train the barrel on him and pull the trigger three times. The smell of gunpowder hangs in the air, and my ears ring.
It’s over, amo.
Turning around, I order, “Leave the mess for someone else to clean up. We’re going home.”
Chapter 40
Skylar
I look at the time again, and seeing it’s past three in the morning, I stand up from the couch and struggle to hold the tears back.
Where is he? It’s taking too long.
I drag my fingers through my hair, and unable to stop the sob, it bursts over my lips.
Please let him be okay. I can’t lose Renzo.
I swear I’ll throw myself over the balcony because there’s no way I’m living without him.
Realizing just how much I love Renzo, I cover my face with my hands and pray to all that’s holy he’ll come home to me.
Suddenly I hear the elevator doors slide open, and my head snaps up. I run toward it as pure relief washes over me.
Just as Renzo steps into the penthouse, I throw myself at him and wrap my arms around his neck. Sobs wrack through me as I get to smell his cologne and natural scent.
Thank God.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks, his tone tight with worry and his arms crushing me to him.
I shake my head and cling to him with all my strength.
Renzo lifts me so I can wrap my legs around his waist before he carries me to the living room. He sits down on one of the couches, and I straddle his lap, refusing to let go of him.
“Skylar?” he asks. “Talk to me. What happened?”
“I t-thought something h-happened to you,” I sob. “I c-can’t lose y-you.”
“You won’t,amo.” He rubs his hand up and down my back. “I’m sorry it took me so long. I should’ve called you.”
I pull away so I can see his face and drink in the handsome sight before my eyes. “I love you,” I whisper.
He wipes my tears from my cheeks, looking at me as if I’m all that matters in his life.
“Ireallylove you,” I say. “Not knowing if you were safe or dead in a ditch somewhere, I realized how much I love you.”
Framing my face with his hands, he presses a kiss to my mouth before saying, “Next time I have to go somewhere, I’ll text you every hour so you won’t worry. Okay?
Lost sobs drift over my lips as I whisper, “Okay.”
