AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The best thing to do was kill the fucking bastard and serve his head up on a platter to Giselle. But losing our eyes on him was going to make that even harder now.
“Fuck,” I muttered and turned around. “Shit like this shouldn’t happen!” I yelled and picked up a glass paperweight from my desk.
And threw it against the wall. It shattered into a billion pieces. Just like my woman had been when I’d found her four months ago in Italy.
Christ.
I’d never seen anyone that broken in my entire fucking life.
And I was just now starting to glue all those pieces back together. It might take the rest of my life, but I’d wait. And work every day to make sure she was whole again.
Stefan moved away from the window. “Look, Asher’s tracking him down. I made him the lead on this.”
My eyebrows rose in question—and my brother knew what I was going to say before I opened my mouth. “I know he’s young. But that kid has skills guys twice his age don’t have. That shit isn’t learned, and you know that just as well as I do. The kind of instinct Asher has is born inside of him. He’s our best bet on finding Sergio.”
Christ.
I wanted to yell. I wanted to scream.
I wanted to pound someone’s head into the ground for this.
“Stefan’s right,” Nick said with a quick nod. “Asher’s the best man for the job. I have no doubt he’ll find that bastard.”
I walked over to the small bar cabinet on the other side of the room and poured myself a whiskey. After I tossed it back and enjoyed the burn, I wandered over to my desk and leaned on it. “This shit has to end. I’m tired of being a prisoner in my own fucking home.”
Nick walked over and gave me a sharp pat on the arm. “We’re not leaving until Sergio’s found and killed. You know that,” he reassured me.
And I did know that. It was the smartest idea. Having security here and at Nick’s place made it too easy to divide and conquer.
If Sergio’s idiots weren’t stalking Giselle, they’d turn around and get to her through Eve.
He’d already killed one of Giselle’s friends.
Amelia.
Nothing would stop him from making a move to do the same to Eve.
Or the kids.
So, we’d decided early on that Nick and Eve—and their kids—should move in until Sergio was eradicated.
That way, Giselle had all of us under one roof. And we had everyone in one spot instead of two.
“It didn’t look much like a prison ten minutes ago,” Stefan sneered at me. “Looked like you two—you four—were having the time of your fucking lives.”
I held my tongue and balled my hands into fists.
“Is there something you want to say? Brother?” I spat out, ready to get into it with him. If he wanted to do this now, then so be it.
Neither of us had addressed the fight we’d had over a year ago.
The one that left him flat out at the bottom of my staircase.
What did the fucker think I was going to do after catching him fucking Giselle?
Stefan’s eyes darted to me. “No, Brother,” he snarled, emphasizing the last word. “What would I possibly have to say to you?” His gaze narrowed, and I could tell he was ready to snap.
Just like I was.
