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“Don’t worry. I’ll send you the bill once I’m back tomorrow.”
I’m relieved to hear he’s coming home. “Call me when you land in New York.”
“Will do. Tell Skylar I’m sorry for her loss.”
“I will.”
We end the call, and putting my phone away, I take hold of her hand. “Dario said to give his condolences.”
She lifts her head and looks at me, her eyes dull as if all life has been drained from them. “Did he find out anything?”
I nod. “He managed to identify two of the men.”
“Good,” she whispers, then she leans her head against my shoulder. “I hope you find them all and make them suffer.”
“I will,” I promise.
When Fabrizio brings the car to a stop in front of the warehouse, we get out, and taking Skylar’s hand, I weave our fingers together as we head inside.
When I spot Antonio, I signal for him to come to me. He jogs across the open stretch of concrete floor, then says, “Yes, boss?”
“Have Bianca come here. She needs to bring something to help Skylar deal with shock.”
“I’ll be fine,” Skylar mutters.
Ignoring Skylar, I add, “I also want Bianca to do a full checkup.”
“Okay, boss.”
When we continue to walk, I glance at Skylar. “You’re not fine, and I want you checked out. If your body rejects the kidney because of this, I’ll fucking burn the world down. Think of having the checkup as you saving mankind from extinction.”
An emotion I can’t place flits over her face, and when we head up the steps, she pulls her hand free from mine.
The moment we reach the landing at the top, she breaks out into a run.
Skylar checks the first room before running to the second one, where she stops in the doorway.
As I come up behind her, I hear one of the men chuckle, “Hey, pretty mamma.”
His words are followed by a grunt, then Skylar walks right up to him and punches the fucker.
“Oww!” she hisses as she cradles her hand against her stomach.
I move forward and pull her away from the men Carlo and Emilio have kneeling on the floor.
I check her hand, and seeing her red knuckles, I mutter, “Leave the torturing to me,amo. I don’t want you touching the scum.”
“Make them suffer,” she whispers, the words burning with her anger.
I shrug off my jacket and hand it to her. “Stand back.”
When Skylar moves to stand near the door, I turn my attention to the kneeling men. A smile spreads over my face when I see Enrique Valverde is one of the men.
His eyes are glued to me, and I see the fear he’s trying to hide.
Walking closer, I crouch in front of him, and tilting my head, I stare him dead in the eyes.
“We didn’t know the man was your brother. I would’ve stopped it. We’re not looking for trouble with the Cosa Nostra,” he says, an authoritative tone to his voice.
