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I nod.

“I won’t be long. Don’t go anywhere,” he commands.

He walks out of the room as he swipes across the screen to answer the call.

Chapter 9 - Stefano

I stare down at my phone, flashing and vibrating in my hand.

It is the same number that called to threaten me before, and I know it is the same person who took a shot at Darya and I last night, so I have to answer if I want to resolve the issue. I clench my jaw, wondering if I should ignore it and wait for them to call back another time. But I know I can’t do that.

I glance at Darya lying on my bed. Dammit. The timing could not be worse.

I am so ready to take her in every way possible and make her mine. She has been teasing me the entire day, trying on the most gorgeous dresses, showing off her stunning figure, and making me absolutely crazy for her. When we walked into the lingerie shop and she chose that sheer black piece, I had to hold my breath and convince myself not to drag her into the changing rooms and fuck her right there.

And now this phone call, right when I am about to get what I have been wanting since the first moment I ever saw her.

“I won’t be long. Don’t go anywhere,” I say tightly.

I want to make this as quick as possible so that I can get back to her.

I head through to my home office, closing the door behind myself for privacy. I don’t need Darya accidentally overhearing anything. I don’t want her to worry about it. I will keep her safe.

“What do you want?” I demand to know as I press the phone up against my ear.

“Did you get my message last night? Was I clear enough?” a rough voice comes through the line.

“We can keep playing games like this as long as you like, but until you actually tell me what it is you are after, this is all a pointless waste of our time.”

“I want my money back.”

“What money?” I sigh in frustration. I want to get back to Darya.

“The money your father stole from me.”

“Look, asshole, get to the fucking point here. I don’t know who you are because you are too much of a coward to tell me your name. Either tell me what the fuck your problem is, or let's end this call right now.”

“Marco Colombo,” he says slowly, and my heart constricts. He is a big name in the underworld mafia business. I knew he was working with my father, but I didn’t know it had gone badly.

Marco obviously doesn’t know about my marriage yet, though. He is a big name, but not anywhere close to the Dubrovs. If he knew he had taken a shot at Darya Dubrov last night, he would be shitting himself right now. The brothers would be launching an attack on him and tearing his world apart.

I decide, for her safety, not to tell him that she is my wife. I would rather not use her name as a shield and find another way to resolve this. It’s strange how my initial goal of gaining status in my name by marrying a Dubrov, even though it wasn’t my entire reason for wanting Darya, has fallen away. Wanting to protect her out weights that benefit now.

“Marco, great, we are finally getting somewhere. Now tell me what my father did—and note, my father, not me?”

“He stole from me. A fuckload of money. I want it back.”

“You are going to have a bit of a problem getting money back from a dead man.”

“Don’t fuck with me, boy. You inherited his businesses, and that means you inherited his debts,” he spits through the line.

I roll my eyes silently. Clearly Marco is not the sharpest tool in the shed. “You could have made a phone call and spoken to me about this right in the beginning instead of all the bullshit games you played,” I say angrily.

“I had to make it clear that I am not messing around with this.”

I imagine if I refuse to pay my father’s debts, this man is going to keep messing around with shoot-outs, and I am going to have to constantly worry about my beautiful wife’s safety. It is not worth it. I will rather just pay off this debt and get rid of him once and for all.

“Fine. How much did he owe you?”

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