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“We invited ourselves,” Dario mutters, his tone laced with a fuck ton of impatience.
Kristian Anderson comes up a set of stairs accompanied by two armed guards, and I instantly feel agitated.
The flesh peddler doesn’t bother looking at Angelo and Dario. His eyes lock with mine, then he asks, “What’s the Cosa Nostra doing here? This isn’t your territory.”
The fuck it isn’t. The bastard is selling girls just off the coast of New York and pushing his fucking luck.
One day I’ll have to deal with the fucker.
I feel Dario’s eyes on me as he asks, “You know him?”
“Kristian,” I mutter. “Sex trafficker. Let me handle this,” I order.
Feeling fucking exhausted, I step forward and say, “I’m here for a specific girl.”
“We don’t have anyone who belongs to the Cosa Nostra,” Kristian replies.
Wanting this over and done with, I mutter, “Show us the girls, and we’ll be on our way.”
“Only you. The rest wait right here,” he agrees.
When I start to walk, Carlo sticks to my side. I can feel the tension coming off him and know he won’t hesitate to jump into action should shit go sideways.
By the stairs, a guard shakes his head at Carlo, and I give the fucker a dark glare. “Where I go, he goes.”
“Let him come,” Kristian snaps from the foot of the stairs.
I head down and follow Kristian to a room. He shoves the door open, and I glance over the five young girls who look drugged out of their fucking minds.
Disgust ripples over my skin, but not showing any emotion on my face, I turn around and walk back to the helipad.
Seeing the question on Dario’s face when I reach him, I shake my head. “Let’s go. We’re wasting our time here.”
We all pile back into the helicopter and when the aircraft lifts into the sky, I rub my fingers over the headache pounding against my temple.
My phone starts to ring, and thinking it’s one of my men, I pull the device out. Not recognizing the number, I accept the call and press the device to my ear.
I’m fucking surprised when I hear Gabriella ask, “Damiano? Are you there?”
Just hearing her voice makes some of the tension ease in my shoulders, and it catches me by surprise.
When I kissed her to test the attraction between us, I almost got knocked onto my ass by the intensity. I haven’t kissed a woman since my early twenties, and feeling Gabriella’s lips tremble against mine stripped me bare.
I had to force myself to break the kiss and walk away so I wouldn’t fuck her right there in the sunroom.
Christ. I still need to arrange shooting lessons for her. If she’s going to be my wife, she has to know how to handle a gun.
Not wanting to talk to her in front of Angelo and Dario, I mutter, “I’m busy.”
She sounds worried when she asks, “Are we going to talk about what happened between us?”
“No.”
“Seriously?” When she talks again, her tone is tense. “Fine. Are you going to send me back to my parents?”
Christ. I can feel Angelo and Dario staring at me.
Needing to end the call, I grumble, “No.”
