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“They did.”

She closed her eyes and inhaled sharply. When she tore her eyes open, tears streamed down her face. “So all we have to do now is rescue them?”

I leaned in and wiped her tears, then I pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head. “Yes, all we have to do is save them. But we’ll need your help.”

She pulled away and sniffled. “I’ll do anything. Whatever it is, just tell me, and I’ll do it.”

“We’ll have to hack his system like you suggested,” I explained. “But we have to do this in a way that he won’t suspect anything. Your father is a smart man, I’m sure he knows we’ll try everything possible to bring him down.”

“That won’t be a problem.” Another tear rolled down her face, and she quickly wiped it off. I’ll need a computer and some software applications.”

“Damien will get all of that ready. I’m taking you to one of our clubs tonight, you’ll have everything you need.”

She nodded. “I’m so scared. What if we don’t succeed? What will happen to our babies?”

“We’re definitely going to succeed. We’ll bring them home with us.”

“Home?” peered around as if it was her first time here.

I held her chin between my fingers. “Yes, home. We’re going to raise our kids in this mansion, Gianna. They’ll have both you and me to love and protect them.”

I was going to protect them, Gianna and our kids. I’d tear the world down and give up my life if that was what needed to be done. They’d been through so much. Gianna had suffered raising them on her own.

She didn’t need to do that anymore. I swore to take care of her and make sure she didn’t have a reason to cry or fear again.

“You don’t know how relieved I am to hear you say that,” she leaned into my touch. When you brought me here, I was so afraid of telling you because I was afraid you would take them away from me.”

My chest twisted, seeing her cry. I hated to see her so vulnerable and hurt. “Why would you ever think that I would do that to you?”

“I thought you killed my mother. I hated you for it.”

Fuck. I was really going to break if she continued crying. I took her hand and hauled her closer, wrapping my arms around her. “I would never do that to my children, Gianna. No matter what the issue between us was, I wouldn’t let them grow up without their mother.”

There was no logical reason why any father would rip their children from their mother’s care. I might’ve been a cruel monster, but that part of me existed for my enemies, not my family. It was my duty to protect them, not be the reason for their pain.

She buried her face in the crook of my neck, her tears soaking through my shirt. “Thank you, Max.”

I rubbed her back, thinking of all the ways I was going to torture Paul for everything he’d done to her. I wanted to make him feel every pain he made Gianna feel. I wanted him to shed twice the tears he made her cry, and I wanted him to go on his knees and beg for her forgiveness while I ripped him apart.

No one hurt my woman and got away with it, not even her asshole of a father.

Chapter 15 - Gianna

Maxim’s hand held mine tighter as we entered the club. He’d noticed how sweaty my hand was.

The flickering neon light and blaring music reminded me of New York and all the dirty work I’d done for my papa. Some nights, I had to seduce his enemies and lure them out to where they’d meet their painful deaths.

Other nights, I had to steal a phone and hack into it. One time, I’d almost been caught and killed by one of the men I needed to plant a device on his phone. Luckily, I’d brought a Taser with me.

After that, my papa concluded I was useless and began to have his men follow me. It wasn’t all bad, though, because I’d also met Maxim on one such night. Regardless of how things turned out, I’d gotten my sons out of it. I didn’t regret a thing.

My eyes traveled from the dancefloor to the DJ in a corner, then the hallway at the far end and the red door that was out of bounds. Maxim and his brothers were definitely meeting there.

Maxim’s phone buzzed with a message. “It’s Sergey, he wants to meet privately first. Will you be fine on your own for a moment?”

My stomach rumbled with unease, but I couldn’t tell him that. If Sergey wanted to see him first, then it was for something important. “I’m not a kid, Maxim. Of course, I’ll be fine.”

He swiped his tongue over his lips, clearly conflicted. He brought his phone to his face and dialed a number. “Where are you?”

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