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It’s only then I realize what I’m calling her.Love.It came so naturally I didn’t even notice.
In Skylar’s darkest moment, I realize I’ve fallen for her.
Hopelessly, irrevocably, madly in fucking love.
I hold her tighter and press another kiss to her hair while she struggles to regain control over her emotions.
“I n-now understand why you w-wanted everyone involved with G-Giulio’s death dead,” she whispers. “I understand b-because it h-hurts so much.”
Lifting Skylar bridal style to my chest again, I carry her out of her old bedroom so we can get out of the fucking mansion.
When I reach the stairs, I whisper, “Don’t look,amo.”
She buries her face against my neck as I carry her past the bodies, and when we leave the mansion, I head toward Elio.
“Call our guy to take care of the bodies. Let me know when everything’s ready for the funerals.”
“On it, boss,” he replies.
“Give me an hour, and I’ll meet you at the warehouse. I just want to take Skylar home.”
“No,” she says as she lifts her head. “I’m going with you.”
I glance at her, and when I see the rage starting to burn in her eyes, I say, “Okay.”
I set her down on her feet, then look at my right-hand man again. “I’ll see you at the warehouse.”
Elio nods before he walks back to the front door while pulling his phone out of his pocket to make the call to the coroner.
Placing my hand on Skylar’s lower back, I nudge her to walk toward the Bentley.
When we climb inside, Vincenzo and Fabrizio join us.
“We’re sorry for your loss, Skylar,” Vincenzo says as he glances over his shoulder at her.
Keeping her head bowed, she only nods.
“Where to, boss?” Fabrizio asks.
“The warehouse.”
He starts the engine, and when he steers the car off the property, I dig my phone out of my pocket, and dial Dario’s number again.
“Third call today,” he answers. “Admit it, you can’t live without me.”
“Yeah-yeah,” I mutter. “The fuckers took out Harlan Davies.”
“Fuck. How’s Skylar doing?”
“Not well. Did you look at the photos I sent you?”
“Yeah. I’ve managed to identify one out of the four. Enrique Valverde. He actually flew in from the UK two days ago under a different name. I’m still running the facial recognition for the others. Oh, hold on, I just got a hit.”
I wait as Dario checks the information, and a minute later, he comes back, “The one who stood by the door is Alberto Gonzalez. By the way, both these men are wanted by Interpol, so I’m assuming they’re high on the totem pole.”
Christ, I hope they were the ones taken to the warehouse.
“Thanks, brother. I owe you,” I say as I glance at Skylar, who’s still sitting with her head bowed and her eyes closed.
