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When Dario and Angelo come into sight, I drop my arm from around her and take hold of her left hand where her blood is drying and link our fingers.
“Is everyone okay?” Dario asks as we reach him.
“Yes,” I reply.
When we break through the trees, all the men of the Cosa Nostra, one by one, look in our direction.
Gabriella tightens her grip on my hand, and I hear her suck in a trembling breath before she pushes through her pain and walks toward the nearest SUV.
Once I have her safely inside the vehicle, I wrap my fingers around the back of her neck and press my forehead to hers. “I’m so fucking proud of you, mia regina.”
She nods, her skin way too fucking pale.
Letting go of her, I turn to face my men.
“Clean up the shit and go home to your families,” I order.
“Yes, boss,” the chorus sounds up.
Glancing at the other four heads, I nod my thanks to them before locking eyes with Angelo. “Keep my mother with you until I come to get her.”
“Take your time,” he replies. “Vitorria will love the company.”
Only then do I lock eyes with Stefano, where he’s being restrained by Emilio and Vito.
“Take the fucker to the warehouse. I’ll deal with him later.”
They nod before shoving him into an SUV.
Looking at Tommy, I order, “Take a team of men and go to Sicily. Bring me Cettina Ferraro and the di Bella family alive. Make them think they’re coming for the wedding.”
I want to break the news to them in person that they’re going to die. I want to savor their fear before they’re killed.
With all the orders out of the way, I climb into the backseat and pull Gabriella into my arms.
She’s shaking like a leaf in a fucking shitstorm, and I struggle not to hold her too tight.
Carlo slides behind the steering wheel, and Renzo takes the passenger seat.
“I’ve let the clinic know we’re coming,” he informs me while tossing a first-aid bag at me.
I quickly open the bag, and taking out antiseptic wipes, I move the clothes out of the way so I can get to the stab wound on Gabriella’s side.
Once it’s as clean as it can be in the backseat of the fucking SUV, I grab some gauze and pressing it firmly against the wound, I order, “Hold it in place.”
She does as I instruct while I dig out an adhesive dressing, and when I have it stuck to her skin, I take a few seconds to clean the puncture marks from where they stapled the fucking paper to her stomach.
“I’m fine,” she mutters. “I can hold out until we get to the clinic.”
I only nod as I take hold of Gabriella’s chin, nudging her face up so she’ll look at me.
Our eyes lock, and I stare at my woman with so much fucking pride pouring into my chest.
In this moment, where I get to touch her, I realize Gabriella is the most dangerous person I’ve ever met because she has the power to control me.
“Ti amo, mia regina,” I whisper, so fucking thankful I get to say the words to her again.
“Ti amo, mio re.”
