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She was, I knew it in my gut. I climbed into the back seat and watched her round the rear of the car and climb in. Finley watched her like a hawk, only climbing into the passenger’s seat after she was inside.
I realized I’d just met a whole new level of Mafia.
One who not only had connections.
But the strength to make them kneel.
TWENTY-ONE
Helene
The car skidded hard, pulling up at the towering gates of an enormous compound. I yanked the handle, shoved the door open, and lunged out.
“Helene!” Riven roared from the driver’s seat as the guard stepped out from the guard hut, armed to the teeth. “Helene, for Christ’s sake!”
But I didn’t stop, not even when the gate rolled open far too slowly, leaving a gap barely big enough for me to slip through. My shoulder slammed against the edge, then I was running, pushing the pain away as I raced for the house. The front door opened in the distance and Thomas raced down the long stretch of stairs, and ran toward me.
I thought I’d lost you.
Tears streamed down my face.
He ran, then slowed. But I didn’t, slamming into him hard enough to knock him backwards. He grabbed me as he stumbled back a couple of steps before righting himself. But he didn’t pull away. He just buried his head in the hollow of my neck. His body was hard and warm, but his emotions were tender as he murmured. “I thought I was gone for good.”
I shook my head and pulled back so I could cup his face, and forced his gaze to me. A couple came out of the front door of the house as I held his face, examining the red swollen cheek and eye and the busted lips.
“Motherfucker,” I spat. “I’ll fucking kill him.”
Car doors opened and closed behind us. The rush of heavy footsteps followed as the sound of a car grew closer in the distance.
“Thom,” Riven called as he neared.
Riven gripped his brother’s shoulder with one hand and raised his gaze upwards, surveying the damage. Silence followed as Riven’s eyes darkened and a twitch came at the corner of his mouth.
More cars drove into the compound. I turned, to see London’s Audi and the Sons’ Explorer. But there were more. Two sleek, powerful sports cars were followed closely by two very imposing four-wheel drives.
“London,” The young male called from the entrance of the house. “Vivienne, so nice to see you again.”
My sister slowly made her way toward us, holding onto her belly with one hand and Colt’s arm with the other. The Son was more than her strength, he somehow soothed her. No wonder she’d been panicked the night Thomas and Colt had disappeared.
Lazarus and Kat climbed out of their car, opened the back doors, leaned inside, unfastened the child seats, and pulled out a gorgeous baby and their perfect dark-haired little girl. Flashes of Hale assaulted me. Standing over me. Leering. Those infernal eyes shining with sick satisfaction. My skin crawled as they closed the doors and headed toward us. Now more than ever, I needed to understand how a woman like Kat could have had a child with someone like Hale.
Three more cars drove in. I recognized Harper, the computer programmer London worked with, and Guild behind the wheel. Nick was behind the wheel of a silver Explorer, with Tobias in the front and my sister, her baby, and Caleb in the back seat. The other car was a Land Rover, one I knew instantly…Benjamin Rossi.
He stopped and climbed out, his bodyguard moving instantly toward him as the rest of my family followed, climbing out and bringing my nephew with them. Ryth gave me a haunted smile as she headed my way. Within minutes, the entire front yard was filled with the most dangerous men I knew. My own father tried to push into my head. I hadn’t seen him since that night at Harmon’s and all he’d left me was that medical report. That goddamn report that had ruined it all.
Why couldn’t he have let me hate him?
Why couldn’t he have just let me forget?
“Baby sister.” I crossed the front walk and grabbed her in a hug, leaning close to kiss my nephew’s cheek.
“Benjamin.” The young male called from the front door, drawing my focus.
I swallowed more than breathed as the air turned choking with distrust.
“Finley.” Ben answered stiffly, striding toward him.
Finley…as in, Finley Salvatore?
