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"What do you want me to do with them?" Kenji asked.
"I no longer care." Not that I really did in the first place. "Do what you want with them."
I turned back and carried Nico out of the warehouse. Most of the others followed, with King suggesting we take Nico to his house to see his husband about the cut on his face.
We climbed into the cars, and a rather large convoy of vehicles made their way to Queens. When we got there, King led us inside and to the back of the house where there seemed to be some sort of infirmary.
"Another one?" an incredibly young looking man asked.
"Yeah, there was a thing," King said before pressing a kiss to the man's lips. "It got a little violent. Nico got hurt while his husband was protecting him."
"Set him on the bed."
Stefano was resting in one of them so I carried Nico to the other one. After setting him down, I moved to the head of the bed, holding on to one of Nico's hands.
When King's husband snapped on some gloves and walked toward Nico with a small tray, I had to wonder if this guy knew what he was doing.
"Relax, big guy." Spencer snickered. "I'm a licensed doctor."
I glanced at King for confirmation, feeling a bit more relieved when he nodded.
I watched intently as Spencer cleaned Nico up and then treated him. Luckily, he didn't need more than a butterfly bandage for the cut. Spencer assured us it wouldn't even scar.
"How's Stefano?" Nico asked. "After my mother injected him with that drug, he collapsed. I tried to get to him, but Mother shot me up with something and had me dragged away by a couple of her guards."
"He's fine," Spencer replied. "I was able to counter the drug your mother injected him with. He just needs a bit of rest."
Tears sprouted to Nico's eyes and he leaned into me. "I was really worried about him when I saw them carrying him into the bathroom. I couldn't move. I couldn't do anything. Stefano is never going to forgive me."
"Baby, there was nothing you could have done," I said. "And Stefano is fine. He has nothing to forgive you for. You didn't do this."
"Yeah, but my mother—"
"How about we don't talk about that bitch anymore, huh?" I'd probably scream if we did. Isabella had actually tried to shoot Nico. I had almost lost him for real. I wanted to kill her, which is why I had walked away. I didn't want to make Nico sad by killing his mother.
"Can we go home now?"
I smiled at Nico. "Yes, cuore mio. We can go home now."
And if I had my way, we'd never come back.
Chapter Twenty-One
~ Nico ~
"Make sure all the beds have fresh sheets," I directed as I walked through the house with our housekeeper. "And the flowers, white orchids for Mr. Hu's room. Everyone else can have roses, but Mr. Hu prefers orchids."
"Yes, sir."
"Have you created a menu for the welcoming banquet?"
"Yes, sir, Mrs. Sabatino went over it this morning and approved it."
"If she approved it, then it's good." I might be in charge now, but Nonna was still the real boss of this villa. I deferred to her in all situations. The woman had decades of experience over me.
I still couldn't get over the fact that they had decided to hold the annual mafia conclave here. Granted, I wanted to treat these men to a nice vacation for everything they had done for me and Luca, but what did I know about hosting a conclave?
It didn't make sense to me that the five families from New York City would be meeting in Italy. We couldn't be considered neutral ground because we were another mafia family, just Italian ones.
