Page 111 of Desperate Desires

I watched the live feed video from another camera. Flames tore at the construct, and water from the fire trucks finished the job, wrecking one entire wall, and causing it to crash down.

Whatever was inside was ruined, but I didn’t care about that. It was the loss of one of my guy’s lives. That whoever was behind all this didn’t care about whose lives they took. It was the disruption of my life. The ruination of my evening. And the threat to my woman.

Stuff didn’t matter. Stuff could be bought or made again.

But some things were not easily replaced.

Some things were precious.

Lives. Especially Michelle’s.

So, instead of rushing right back to the hotel, I continued on our route.

I didn’t know who the bastards behind this were, but I had a responsibility to find out. First for my wife, then for everyone else.

“It’s gonna be a long night,” Jr. said, and I nodded when we finally arrived at the warehouse.

The police had arrived and with them the feds. Good thing Jr. was actually a card carrying lawyer and after handing him a buck as a retainer on the way over, he’d officially become mine.

All I wanted was to be back home with Michelle, but one look at the fucking mess around me and I knew that wasn’t possible.

Yeah, it was going to be a long night.

Chapter 39-Shelly

A week had passed since the night of the reception, and up until the very end, it had been the best night of my life.

I wasn’t angry with Ono for having to leave, hell, I wasn’t that shallow. And he made it up to me, afterwards, with a shared jacuzzi in the early hours of the morning before we packed up and went back home.

I had my work, preparing everything I needed for the new lab to keep me busy while Ono hunted the men behind the attacks.

Sammy and Jr. were regulars around the place, as were Gio, Flacco, and a couple of other additional guards Ono had hired from Sigma.

No one was allowed in the house when I was all alone, and that was fine with me.

Michaela had wanted to come by, but she was suffering from a terrible bout of morning sickness—which seriously should just be called all the fucking time sickness.

Yes, that was my professional medical opinion.

I’d already told Ono I needed to visit Micky. I had some herbal teas as well as some meds for her to try to ease her stomach issues, and he promised he would take me as soon as he had a moment.

Meanwhile, he was having a driver come by to pick up the stuff.

The doorbell rang, and I sighed, grabbing the remote and lowering Pasta Challenge, the competition cooking show I was currently addicted to.

It rang again.

“Coming,” I said, huffing to myself about the impatience of some folks.

I grabbed the cooler bag I’d carefully packed with everything Micky might need, slinging it over my shoulder as I glanced around the room one last time to make sure I didn’t forget anything.

My gaze fell to my house Crocs—the gloriously gaudy pair that had become my guilty pleasure.

They were a soft, shimmering gold with delicate little red roses painted across the soles, their charm completed by the quirky sports mode strap at the back.

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A wedding gift from my hubby.

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