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“Are you going to put on the dress so we can see if it still fits?” Mrs. Accardi asks.
“Yes.”
I wait in the walk-in closet while Mrs. Accardi takes Aunt Aida to the bathroom. A few minutes pass before the door opens, and then I stare in wonder at my future mother-in-law.
“How does it look?” Aunt Aida asks.
“So pretty,” I murmur, the awe clear in my voice. “You’re breathtakingly beautiful.”
“Thank you, cara,” she says, a pleased smile on her face. “Okay, let’s get me out of the dress so we can find you something to wear, Greta.”
When they walk back into the bathroom, I press my hand to my happy heart.
Even though I miss Damiano, I’m enjoying every second I get to spend with Aunt Aida and Mrs. Accardi.
It feels like I’m gaining two mothers who actually care about me.
Chapter 26
Damiano
My phone starts to ring, and seeing Dario’s name on the screen, I answer, “You better have good news for me. My men killed the fucking uncle.”
“Miguel’s in Miami.” I can hear the relief in his voice, and it finds an echo in my chest.
“Wheels up in thirty minutes,” I order. “Let the others know we’re meeting at the airfield.”
“On it.”
Ending the call, I lock eyes with Carlo. “Dario found Miguel. The fucker’s in Miami.”
Climbing to his feet, he says, “Let’s go.”
As I walk out of the lounge, I signal for Vito and Emilio to join us.
When they catch up to us, I mutter, “Get a group of men to meet us at the airfield. I want them heavily armed. We’re attacking Miguel.”
“Got it, boss,” Emilio says, immediately pulling out his phone to make the call.
We hurry out of the club, and once we’re all in the SUV, Carlo starts the engine. “Fucking finally.”
“You can say that again,” I mutter, more than ready to put an end to Miguel.
I haven’t been home in two weeks, and I’m exhausted.
Fuck, it feels longer than two weeks.
The drive to the airfield takes forty minutes, and by the time Carlo stops the SUV, I have zero patience for the three-hour flight to Miami.
Hopefully, the fucker doesn’t disappear before we get to him. I’ll lose my fucking shit if that happens.
I climb out of the SUV and stalk to where Angelo, Dario, and Renzo are waiting.
“It’s a good day,” Dario says. “We know where Miguel is. Why aren’t you happy?”
“I am,” I growl.
“Sure as fuck doesn’t look like it.”
