Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 101101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
“I’m tired. I’m going to bed.”
I barely make it a few feet away before Kane’s on me, wrapping his arms around my torso and resting his chin on my shoulder.
Molly, the damn traitor, jumps out of my arms, leaving the two of us alone in the living room.
“If you don’t want to get off birth control, you don’t have to.” Kane turns me around and pulls my gaze up to meet his. “But that doesn’t mean every time I come in your tight little pussy, I won’t be hoping my swimmers are strong enough to get past whatever barrier those pills provide.”
He captures my mouth with his and then lifts me into his arms. And since I can’t stay away from my husband, I wrap my arms around his neck and let him walk us to the room, where he tests the effectiveness of my birth control several times.
27
Kane
“What the fuck do you mean, it’s my dad?”
When I arrived at Dominick’s office this morning to meet with him, Matteo, and Lorenzo to discuss the dead-body incident, the last thing I expected was to be told that the body they’d found was my father’s.
“They were able to run the DNA through their database, and it’s your dad. They also found this note.” Dominick hands me a folded piece of paper. “I’m assuming it’s to you since you’re the only one invested in the waterfront expansion with multiple brothers.”
Sides were chosen. Your brothers chose mine. Too bad you didn’t make the same choice. Now, you and your wife will pay.
“Quite the poet.” I drop the paper onto the desk and sit back in my seat.
“She’s fucking nuts,” Matteo says.
“And if we’ve learned anything, it’s that the crazy ones shouldn’t be taken lightly,” Lorenzo adds, no doubt referring to the woman he’s cohabitating with—and still hasn’t told his friends about.
Which reminds me …
I pull out my phone and dial Daniil’s number.
“You have eyes on Bri?” I ask him when he answers on the first ring.
“Yeah. She’s—” His words are cut off by the sound of chaos on the other line, and my heart drops.
“Daniil!” I yell. “What the fuck is happening?”
When he doesn’t answer, I look up at the guys, who are staring at me with a mixture of concern and confusion.
“Something just went down.” I pull up the tracking app I have on Brielle’s phone. “Make sure your wives are locked down. I need to get to Bri.”
I rush out of the office and down the stairs, not wanting to wait for the elevator, while I call Brielle repeatedly.
With each nonanswer, my heart rate picks up. I know something is wrong.
I jump into my car, and I’m about to take off when Matteo slides into the passenger seat.
“Dani and Alba are safe. I have the condo secured with four guards on them. Let’s go.”
The drive to the Pilates studio feels like it takes hours instead of minutes, and when we arrive, there are already cops and firefighters at the scene.
“Where is she?” I ask Nicole the moment I see her standing with the officer.
“There was a fire next door, and when we walked out, a water main burst,” she cries. “I was so focused on everything that was going on that I didn’t notice that she was being taken. I’m so sorry.”
“Fuck,” Matteo hisses.
I follow his line of sight and see Daniil’s lifeless body on the ground. A few feet away is Josh, the other guard assigned to Brielle—also dead.
“Did you see anything?” I ask her. “A certain color car? Was it a man or a woman who took her? Anything that could help?”
She shakes her head, trying to remember, when it hits me.
“I have another tracker on her.”
I pull out my phone and go to the tracking app I recently had installed. “They’re heading south on I-95. Let’s go.”
“How are you tracking my sister?” Matteo asks as we get back into my car.
“Her wedding band. I installed a tracker in it, just in case.” I click the screen so I can follow it on my dashboard. “With all this shit going on, I wanted to make sure I had another way to track her in case something like this happened.”
“That’s fucking smart,” Matteo says, putting his phone to his ear.
He calls Dominick first, letting him know about Daniil and Josh so he can handle it. Then he calls one of his men, relaying the direction we’re heading in so they can meet us there.
“They’ve stopped at the port,” he says. “Same fucking place they brought Dani last year.”
He calls his men working at the port and tells them to shoot first, but to make sure Brielle is safe.
“There has to be a reason they brought her there.” I increase my speed, flying around the cars that are going slower. If a cop wants to pull me over, he can do so once I’ve got Bri in my fucking arms.