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“I hope you’re rested because I plan on fucking you again, then making love to you on repeat for the rest of the night,” he says as he trails kisses down my neck.
“Yes, please,” I tell him, opening my eyes when the doors slide open.
My arousal dissipates at the sight in front of me. I gasp, and Nico turns around. On high alert, he puts me down and shoves me behind him.
Blood everywhere.
Chapter Eighteen
NICO
"We have to go now!” I yell, grabbing her arm.
“The G-Class. I have the key in my bag!” My wife points to the white vehicle, and we rush for it.
She climbs in as I round to the driver’s side. I hit the push-to-start button before I pull out my phone.
Bash answers in one ring, “Nico.” He clips as I peel out into the street.
“I’m on my way over. Anya and I just got home and... found Gabriella”—I pause, shaking my head—“dead. Throat slit.”
Looking over to my right, Anya is, no doubt, typing on her phone to alert her team.
“Fuck,” Bash grumbles. He must’ve pulled the phone away as he barked orders. His volume comes back. “They get inside your penthouse?”
“We didn’t stay to check. I doubt they’d be able to get in. That’s why they got her in the garage.”
“They aren’t supposed to be able to get into the garage, either, Nico.”
But they did.
“Be there soon,” I reply, ignoring him and hanging up before calling Dante.
* * *
Bash, like our parents, lives just outside the city. It usually takes thirty minutes, but it took us forty-five, so I could ensure no one was tailing us. Tires screech as I slam on the brakes. Runningover to open the door for Anya, I hear the rumble of Dante’s motorcycle as he pulls up before pulling his helmet off. His eyes widen slightly as he spots the sight of him, but he schools his features and nods in greeting. He pats the strap of his backpack to let me know he brought his lap top since I didn’t have a chance to grab mine.
I turn to Anya, who is clutching my shirt around her. Luckily, it swallows her. I pick her up bridal style and sprint up the stairs toward the entryway. I find Valentina already opening the front door. Her eyes widen, and her mouth falls open as well as she takes in the both of us. We probably look insane, me in nothing but my pants and my wife in nothing but my shirt.
Anya waves shyly, and Val shakes her head as she tries to hide her smile as she backs against the door to let us in. I need to get us both into more appropriate attire, especially since I ripped her dress.
“Thanks, Val,” I tell her. Without another word, I run upstairs to the spare room I have at my brother’s place.
“Nico, I can walk,” Anya fusses.
Ignoring her, I charge into the bedroom and head straight for the ensuite bathroom. Setting her down on her feet, I grab a towel and run it under warm water as she heads for the walk-in closet.
I quickly strip off my clothes and clean myself off by the time she returns. She tosses two pairs of sweats on the counter, and I start to wipe her down.
“Nico, let me do it.” She tries to grab the towel, but I pull it away from her and drag it between her legs.
In silence, we dress quickly.
I finish strapping on my gun holster and pulling on my hoodie when Anya checks her phone.
“Bo and Kai just got to the scene. They’ll send us whatever they find when they arrive. The cleaners will be there shortly, too.” She puts her hair up in a ponytail.
“I need to hack into the street footage. See what I find.” I open the door and let her go first.
