Page 106 of Trust Me

I gave him a reluctant nod. I was less than impressed that my men hadn’t tracked down the AWOL foot soldier, but we had more pertinent matters to tend to today.

As I considered my next question, something squeezed in my chest. “Is everything prepared for tomorrow?”

The energy around us shifted.

Keegan ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah. Niall and Liam will take him to the jetport at dawn. Niall gave him his new passport, banking information, and all that shit this morning.”

My throat felt like sandpaper as I forced a swallow. I hadn’t seen my twin brother in two days, and I wasn’t sure if or when I would again. After careful consideration, I’d decided that I could forgive the child who’d been manipulated by his father, but I couldn’t absolve the man who’d made one immoral choice after another without consequence.

And I wasn’t certain there could ever be a possibility of amnesty for his part in causing the woman I loved an immeasurable amount of pain and violence.

The streetlight turned red, and the car rolled to a stop.

“Pull up the house feeds,” I instructed, needing a distraction from my thoughts.

Moments later, the monitor affixed to the dash lit up, and Keegan located Willa on the study cameras.

She paced in front of the bookcases that spanned the wall behind my desk. She shoved books aside while tossing others on the floor before she peered into the depths of the empty shelves.

I chuckled for the second time, grateful for the levity.

“She doesn’t seem impressed with the selection,” Keegan mused.

“She’s looking for the entryway to the fucking catacombs,” I corrected.

“You told her Raph’s in the dungeon?”

“Not a fucking dungeon.”

“Dude—it’s totally a dungeon.”

My wife and my best mate were destined to get along famously.

Keegan and I stared at the screen with the same amused expression. She was curious, not on a mission to kill my brother. I believed her when she said she’d changed her mind.

A horn blared.

My eyes shot to the rearview mirror at the same time Keegan gripped his hip holster, his gaze darting out the passenger-side window.

We were both more tense about the sit-down than we cared to let on.

“Fuck off,” I muttered in response to the impatient driver and eased my foot onto the accelerator.

Keegan relaxed a fraction. “Want me to have one of the guys go inside and tell Willa to chill?”

I shook my head as we passed the signs to Boston Logan International Airport. We were five minutes from Bianco’s. “Even if she finds the door, it’s locked, and she doesn’t know the code.”

“Your woman is like a goddamn honey badger. She’ll tunnel her way into the dungeon with a spoon before we get back.”

He wasn’t entirely off base. She’d probably considered it.

Ten minutes later, Keegan, Liam, Niall, and I were patted down by members of the Bianco Famiglia. They confiscated our weapons and demanded all devices.

I raised a single finger. “Un attimo.”

I opened the home feeds on my cell phone.

Willa had abandoned the study. After returning all the books to their original location, she’d decided to take a nap. My heart warmed at the vision of her curled up in the bed I now thought of as ours. Satisfied, I turned it off and handed it over. The phone had just left my grip when it registered that Willa’s hair was in a single long plait, and she’d swapped her wool socks for runners.

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