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“She shouldn’t have to change her entire life for me though, and there’s still the dangers that comes with being mine. What if someone wanted to use her to hurt me? She’s my weakness,” he says, not understanding my point.

“How much would really change? She’d still be able to work at her store, she’d still be able to do everything she usually does, she’d just have bodyguards to protect her. Is that really a bad thing? You’re so hell bent on doing things your way. Have you ever thought about what she would think? I saw the connection between the two of you just now, maybe you should try and date her, tell her who you are from the beginning and let her have a choice.” We reach the car and turn to face him.

“Take it from someone who’s had decisions made for her for her whole life, you need to let her decide.”

Enzo gives me a nod, lost in thought about what I’ve said and goes to open the passenger side door for me, but before I can stepforward Enzo grabs me and throws me to the floor, covering me with his body as there’s a loud explosion.

Someone blew up the fucking car. Who? Were they wanting to kill Enzo? Or was it me as Luca’s wife? And why the fuck am I thinking about this shit when we clearly need tofucking move.

We don’t get the chance to move, the force from the explosion jolts my body backwards and my head cracks against the pavement. I can feel the heat from the fire, and it prickles at my skin. The hit makes me dizzy; I can hear Enzo shouting to me, but I can’t make out the words that he’s saying. My vision blurs and white spots begin to take over, I try to blink to clear it but it’s no use. Enzo’s panicked eyes are the last thing I see before everything fades to nothingness and my world turns to black.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Luca

Marco and i are just walking into a meeting with the Irish to discuss a new deal when my phone rings and Enzo’s caller id appears on my screen.

Why the fuck is he calling me while he’s out shopping with Izzy and making her help in whatever cocked up plan that he has to stalk his girl? Me and her will be having fucking words when I get home, she should just leave him to it before he thinks he can drag her into whatever the fuck he’s up to and think she’ll be at his beck and call whenever he needs her.

He probably just wants to try and piss me off, knowing him it wouldn’t surprise me. The little shit loves getting on my nerves and Izzy is the easiest way to do that. He knows I’m beyond territorial when it comes to my wife.

I swipe the screen to decline the call and sit down opposite Finn O’Brien, ready to discuss business. But before I can even get a word out. Marco’s phone rings. He glances at the screen and rolls his eyes before answering. Whatever he hears on the other end of the call has his face paling and he swallows before his wide eyes meet mine and I just fucking know that somethings wrong.

“We need to go. Now.”

I know he doesn’t want to reveal whatever the fuck has happened in front of the head of the Irish so we give him our apologies before we turn and leave the restaurant, before I can ask Marco what the fuck is happening, he’s running towards the car and jumping inside, I follow and jump in the passenger seat, and he pulls out into the traffic as soon as my door closes.

“You better tell me what the hell is going on Marco,” I say. I can hear the desperation in my own ears. Whatever it is, it’s fucking bad if it has my brother spooked.

“Someone rigged Enzo’s car to blow when the passenger door opened,” he says and he swallows before continuing, “he managed to shove Izzy out of the way, but the blast knocked her backwards and she hit her head, he knew we usually use our own doc, but he didn’t have a choice. An ambulance turned up at the scene and he put a gun to the EMT’s head and told them to fucking fix her. They’re on the way to the hospital now, she still hasn’t woken up,” he says and looks at me with haunted eyes.

No. Fuck no. There's no fucking way.

I can’t fucking breathe; my heart feels like it’s about to fly out of my fucking chest and I have to force myself not to picture the scene or I’ll lose my goddamn mind.

She’s fine,I tell myself. She fucking has to be. I can’t fucking lose her when I’ve only just found her.She’ll be okay. You’ll be okay, baby.

I lean my head against the headrest and close my eyes, trying to fight the nausea crawling up my throat.

“Get me there. Take me to her, Marco,” I whisper, pain evident in my voice.

Marco breaks every speed limit there is on the way to the hospital, getting us there in under fifteen minutes. He doesn’t speak, there’s nothing he could say to me right now that will make me feel any better. As soon as the car slows down in front of the entrance, I’m jumping out the door and leaving Marco to deal with parking.

I enter through the ER and glance around but I don’t see Enzo or any of my men he called in as security so I make my way to the desk, as soon as I tell the girl my name her eyes widen, and she points me to where I can find Izzy. At least Enzo had some sense and got my girl a private room.

I walk down the corridor and spot two of our men stood outside Izzy’s door, I enter the room and the sight that greets me nearly brings me to my fucking knees. Izzy is laid in bed, looking so fucking fragile with a bandage wrapped around her head, I can see dried blood matted into her blonde hair. She seems so fucking small and the thought that I could have lost her guts me.

Enzo’s sat in the chair next to her and he looks as bad as she does. In fact, is that a piece of fucking metal sticking out of his back? Jesus Christ.

“What did the doctor say? Is she okay? When will she wake up? Why haven’t you been seen yet?” I fire at him as I make my way to her bedside and take her hand in mine, brushing my thumb over her wedding ring. It was only this morning I went to the jeweler to get her an engagement ring and now she’s laid in the hospital, fucking unconscious.

“They did a scan, and everything looks fine, the doc said she should wake up soon and he suspects a mild concussion, but he’ll have to check her over thoroughly once she’s awake. I haven’t been seen because I’m not fucking leaving her side until she’s awake. I can’t, it’s my fault. I should have protected her better, I should have noticed something was wrong, I’m so fucking sorry, brother.” He closes his eyes and tips his head back before swallowing and turning to me. The regret in his eyes is clear as day.

“It’s not your fault little bro, and once I find whoever did this, they’ll wish they were never fucking born. Hell, I might set Izzy on them, she can be fucking terrifying when she wants to be.”

I stand and walk to the door, telling my men to get a doc in here to check Enzo over.

It feels like an eternity waiting for Izzy to wake up, it’s been an hour. Enzo got checked over, the doc had to remove a chunk of metal from his shoulder and stitch him up from where he sat next to her bed because he refused to move. Marco arrived and called our dad, they’re both waiting in the waiting room, wanting to give us some space. I’d kick Enzo out and tell him to wait with them, but he’s so fucking broken up over this I don’t have the heart to do it.

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