Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Jesus. Was she with that man?
I don’t have time to think about it because I’m grabbed by my shoulders and squashed against a warm, solid chest.
“Fuck,” Dario whispers. “Christ, Eden.” He presses his face into my hair, rubbing his jaw over the bump on my head.
When I flinch and yank away from the pain, his hands move back to my shoulders, and he leans down so he can see my face.
His eyes flick all over my face while his own turns darker with anger.
His tone is harsh as he asks, “Are you okay?”
Am I?
“They drugged me,” I complain, very upset about it. “I think four times.”
“Let’s go!” Franco snaps.
Dario slips his arms beneath me, and a second later, I’m lifted into the air and carried bridal style.
If it weren’t for the dead bodies in the living room and hallway, and Milania dying, and the fuck ton of shit I’ve been put through, this would actually be the most romantic moment of my life.
My eyes land on the woman with the blank stare, and it has me saying, “There are other women.”
“The police will take care of them,” Dario replies, still looking like the god of thunder. “We need to get out of here.”
I’m bundled into the back of an SUV, and Dario slides in beside me.
Renzo throws a coat at us while muttering, “Put this on her. She must be fucking freezing.”
As soon as Dario shuts the door, he reaches for me again, and pulling me onto his lap, he tucks the coat around me.
His arms engulf me, and his scent fills my lungs.
“I’m taking her to our clinic,” Renzo informs us from behind the steering wheel.
Dario can only make a growling sound in response to what Renzo said.
He pushes me slightly back so he can look at me, and as his eyes touch on all the bruises on my face and body, he becomes even more angry.
This is a side of him I didn’t know existed.
I’m still trying to tie my boyfriend, who loves ballet and opera, to this badass, gun-wielding, hotter-than-ever man.
Lifting my hand, I press my palm against his chest. “Are you really here, or am I hallucinating?”
“I’m here, Tesoro.”
His eyebrows draw together, the expression on his face bordering on heartbreaking as he keeps looking at me.
I move my hand to his jaw and whisper, “I’m okay. A bit frozen and roughed up, but okay.”
He presses a kiss to my palm before I’m gently engulfed in his arms.
The love I feel coming from Dario chases the chill in my bones and warms my heart.
Chapter 28
Dario
I’ve just spent the last few hours impatiently waiting for the doctor to do all kinds of tests on Eden. His biggest worry was the knocks she took to her head.
He wants to keep her overnight for observation because she has a concussion. She was allowed to take a warm shower, and dressed in a hospital gown, she’s finally in bed with warm blankets covering her.
Sitting on the side of the bed, I keep staring at the bruises on her face. She has a busted lip, a purple shadow over her jaw, and a cut above her eye that’s all the colors of the rainbow.
She looks at me with confusion in her eyes, but she hasn’t asked any questions.
“Renzo went to get Tyrone. They’ll be here soon,” I mention.
“Thanks,” she whispers, her gaze not leaving my face.
She takes a deep breath then chuckles. “So, what are you? A spy or some CIA agent?”
I shake my head. “The opposite.”
Her eyebrows start to lift, but she stops when it tugs at the cut on her forehead.
“The opposite?” Her gaze darts over my face again. “A criminal?”
I brace myself for the worst before I nod. “The Cosa Nostra.”
This time, the cut doesn’t stop her eyebrows from flying into her hairline as she gasps, “Mafia?”
“He’s one of the heads of the Cosa Nostra,” Damiano suddenly says from behind me. “And because of it, he was able to save your life.”
“I’ve got this,” I mutter. I don’t think Eden can handle Damiano right now.
“I’m his boss,” the fucker says as he comes to take a seat on a chair. “I have questions.”
Fucking robot.
“This can wait,” I snap at him.
He only flicks his eyes in my direction before looking at Eden again.
When she begins to sit up, I shake my head, very unhappy. “You need to rest.”
“I can answer a few questions,” she argues. Folding her legs beneath her, she looks Damiano dead in the eye. “What do you want to know?”
“Who did you see, and what names did you hear?”
“I think there were four or five men when I was grabbed from the lobby.”
“They’re all dead,” I mutter.
Surprise flashes over her face. “Oh.” After she takes a deep breath, she continues, “I was out of it for a while, and when I came to, I was on a boat with different men. Obviously, seeing as you just said you killed the first lot.”