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“Enough to make you be a damnhusbandand get your assback to the penthouse instead of hiding fromyour wifebecause you realized you’re not as cold and heartless as you thought you were,” he says before hanging up on me.
I hold out my phone and stare at it, shocked.Did he just fucking hang up on me?My phone dings, indicating a message came through.
Enzo: I hope my theatrics got across the gravity of the situation. And don’t worry, I promise to keep my hands to myself.
Another message comes through before I can type out a response.
Enzo: Unless you don’t get back to the penthouse immediately. Then these hands are going to be all sorts of loosey-fucking-goosey.
“This fucking idiot,” I breathe out while shaking my head as I type out a quick response.
Me: I’ll be there in an hour.
Enzo: It’s about damn time.
Finding Luxtyn’s mother has proven to be more difficult than I anticipated, but Giuseppe Silvestri is a cocky son of a bitch. Keeping his mouth shut about a kidnapping goes against his MO. It wouldn’t be unheard of for lower-level associates to hear about the dealings of the higher-ups by chance of it all.
Leaning back in my chair, I let out a long sigh as I angle my head back to rest on the headrest. I still need to figure out what I’m going to tell Luxtyn, because I have nothing, and it doesn’t make sense.
Giuseppe would be the only one interested in taking her mother. If he killed her, he would’ve sent proof of that to Mancini. He hasn’t done that, so what is his plan?
The pressure starts to get to me as I rack my brain, trying to figure this out. Because If I don’t soon, I fear Luxtyn will end up with the same unfortunate hand I was dealt.
18
MATTEO
The elevator dings, letting me off on the main level of my penthouse. I’ve been here more in the last week than I have in the past month combined.
I typically stay at my family’s secluded estate, which sits on sixteen acres of land located outside the city. It’s large enough to hold my family home, a pool with a pool house, and a gym, while still being small enough to keep secure. The concrete wall perimeter around the entire property, twenty-four-seven surveillance, along with several armed guards on at all times makes sure no one can get in or out of the property without my knowing.
Voices come from the living room as I make my way down the hall. Rounding the corner, I see Enzo and Luxtyn on the couch.
“I don’t know, Enzo,” she says. Her shoulders sag and her gaze drops to her fidgeting fingers in her lap. I can hear the defeat in her tone from here and it does things to my heart that it really fucking shouldn’t, but I’m beginning to figure outthat when it comes to Luxtyn, my mind and body will act on their own volition.
“What if we don’t find her?” she asks.
Enzo slides his arm around her on the back of the couch in a comforting way. I swear she leans into him slightly, and that’s when I see red.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” I demand. This doesn’t look like she’s going stir-crazy. This looks like my brother’s going to be fucking slaughtered for touching my wife.
Enzo glances up. “Well, look who’s finally back,” he says with a hint of a smirk drawing up on his face. He leans back into the couch looking comfortable as fuck.
Luxtyn’s gaze shoots to mine, and there’s a slight ease in my chest at the innocent sight of her. Her face is void of any makeup and her dark hair is pulled up on top of her head in a messy bun. However, that innocent look on her face quickly disappears and is replaced with a scowl as she jumps to her feet, and stomps toward me.
“Where the hell have you been?” she demands. “You force me to marry you and then leave for three days and give menothingabout my mom?”
Just when I think she’s going to stop in front of me, she doesn’t. She barrels into me, shoving me with all her strength. It doesn’t sway me in the slightest, but I commend her on her effort.
“What iswrongwith you?” She shoves me again, but I remain rooted in place, which seems to irritate her more.
“You said you’d hold up your end of the deal, so what’s going on?” She attempts to shove me once more, but this time I take her small delicate wrists in my hands and pull her close to my chest.
It’s not until now I realize the “outfit” she has on,which immediately has me in a damn rage. “What thefuckare you wearing?”
The little minx gives me a sly smile like she just remembered. “You haven’t let me leave this place, so I’m wearing my comfy clothes.”
Hercomfy clothesconsist of a baggy shirt I know for damn sure is Enzo’s, short ass shorts I can only see because she has Enzo’s shirt tied up in the corner, and no fucking bra. Her nipples brush against me when her chest rises and falls, nearly in sync with mine. And hell, it feels so damn good.
