Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Shaking his head, he groans, “Why are you doing this to us?”
Too weak, I lower my head and wrap my arms around my middle.
After a few seconds, he comes to press a kiss to the top of my head and gives my bicep a squeeze. “I love you, baby.”
Oh God.
Pain slices through my soul, and I wish more than anything that I was stronger and worthy of Christiano.
When he moves away from me and walks to the front door, he adds, “I’ll send two guards to assist Alfio with protecting you.”
Keeping my head bowed, I nod because I know it will be stupid to argue.
When the door shuts behind him, I stand frozen for what feels like ten minutes, and once I’m sure he’s gone, my lips part and the air leaves me in a whoosh.
My lungs lock up with such a severe panic attack that I struggle to make it to the bathroom. When I grab hold of my medication, my vision blurs. It feels like my mind dissociates from my body, and I sway on my feet as I shove the tablet into my mouth.
The entire room spins, and struggling to remain standing, I slap my hand against the wall, but unable to keep myself up, I fall. I barely feel the pain as I hit the ground and pass out.
Chapter 12
Christiano
The past few months have been grueling. The only positive is that Augusto married the head of the Yakuza’s daughter, and peace has been established between them.
Thank God for small mercies.
I have a feeling luck is on my side for a change because earlier Rosie spotted the Mooney brothers’ yacht docking in Miami. The instant she notified me, I got on the private jet, and after the three and a half hours flight, we landed in an airfield just outside the city.
The fuckers have been sailing around the coastline, doing their best to avoid me, so this might be my chance I get to end the seven-year war.
I want them dead so I can focus on Sienna.
Once I put James and Charlie Mooney in the ground, I’m marrying my woman.
Even if I have to force her.
My thoughts are inundated with Sienna as Nico brings the SUV to a stop by the docks, and I listen as the engine drops to idle before cutting out.
I only brought Hugo and Nathan along for backup. The four of us open our doors at the same time, getting out while on high alert and weapons ready.
The night air is surprisingly cool for this time of year as my eyes scan over our surroundings. The sound of water lapping against the docks gets my attention while we make sure the immediate area is clear.
Nico keeps his MP5 aimed at the ground, and Hugo flanks us, machine gun ready in his grip. Nathan hangs a few steps back to cover our backs.
As we move forward, Nico remains half a step behind me, so he’s close enough to react immediately should shit go sideways.
All my attention is on the yacht at the end of the pier. It’s large and luxurious, with three decks, polished chrome rails, and dark-tinted windows. Two armed men stand near the stern, smoking while having a conversation instead of paying attention to their surroundings.
One of them glances in our direction and startles so badly, he fumbles with his gun. Hugo reacts instantly, firing a shot that takes out the guard. The second man brings up his weapon, but Nico drops his ass on the deck with a bullet to the head.
“Stupid fuckers,” I growl, which earns me a chuckle from Nico.
With the shots giving our surprise attack away, we rush forward, boarding the yacht as quickly as possible. Hugo keeps his attention on the deck above, and Nathan remains on the pier, making sure we’re not ambushed from behind.
My heartbeat is steady as Nico, and I enter the main cabin, the luxurious space furnished with cream leather seats lining the walls. I notice a bar littered with glasses, half-full bottles of whiskey, and plates containing leftover food.
Suddenly, a third guard storms in from the corridor, which probably leads to the cabins, and as he raises his weapon, his eyes widen when he recognizes me. “Fuuuuck! It’s Falco!”
I pull the trigger of my semi-automatic machine gun and watch as the bullets riddle his body, throwing him backward against a wall. He slides down, leaving blood smears on the white paint.
James Mooney lunges from behind the bar with Angus and Peter, their personal bodyguards, right behind him.
There’s no sign of Charlie, who’s the head of their operation. I’ll be fucking upset if he’s not here.
Everyone starts shooting, the gunfire loud and the air smelling like sulfur. Nico takes out Peter, while Hugo tackles Angus. I duck and roll to avoid getting my ass shot up and manage to bury two bullets in James. One hits his shoulder and the other his abdomen, making him fall back against the bar counter.