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It just wasn't possible.

Tony stood there in the middle of a pile of bodies, his hair messed and blowing gently in the breeze. There was a slight sheen of sweat on his body and a few rips in his clothes.

Other than that, there didn't seem to be a scratch on him.

"You guys are ruining all my fun," Tony complained. He was frowning as if truly put out by us interrupting him.

"Tony!"

I darted toward him, catching him as his legs gave out.

"I need some water," Tony stated, his skin flushed a rosy tone as if he had run a great distance. "That took a lot of energy."

I slowly looked around, unable to believe what I was seeing. Not a single man was moving except for Tony. They all seemed to be out cold.

"Did you kill them?"

"Naw, I just put them to sleep," Tony replied in a casual tone as if this was just an everyday thing. "Since we don't know who these guys are, I didn't want to ruffle any feathers."

"How?" Luca looked around with a stunned expression. "How did you do all of this? You're one man against..." Luca frowned. "At least twenty armed guards. How did you knock them all out?"

Tony wagged his eyebrows. "I'm special like that."

I couldn't deny that fact anymore.

"Could you maybe keep this type of thing to a minimum?" I pleaded. "You almost made my heart stop beating."

Tony patted my cheek, smiling up at me. "For you, I'll consider it."

Pretty sure that was as good as it was going to get for me.

I swung Tony up in my arms and started for the villa. "Let's get you some water."

I also needed to do a full body inspection and make sure he didn't have any wounds I couldn't see. I wasn't about to lose him now that I had found him.

Chapter Seventeen

~ Anthony ~

Vito was hovering.

It was cute, but it was also annoying. I really hadn't gotten a scratch on me. Granted, there were a few bruises and my hand and foot hurt like hell from knocking everyone out, but there had been no blood.

That had to count for something.

"I'm fine, Vito."

"Just let me do this," Vito said as he ran a wet cloth down my arm. "I need to get that picture of you standing in the middle of all those bodies out of my head."

"Seriously, I'm fine."

"I'll decide that once I check you over."

"Vito." I grabbed him by his shirt collar and pulled him closer until we were nose to nose. I could see the concern and worry in his eyes, but it was the fear that bothered me. "I wouldn't lie to you."

I fingered the collar of Vito's shirt and then let my hand trail lazily down the front of his chest. "But maybe you should check me out just to be sure."

Vito's brow flickered.

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