Page 89 of Desperate Desires

No one had to protect Michelle from me.

I was her protection. I was her fucking shield against the world.

And if someone needed to get that message, I was going to fucking deliver it. But where my wife was concerned, I wasn’t too proud to ensure her safety.

Sammy was right. They were her family. And because of that, I could ask them for help. Lean on them.

“Change of plans, Gio,” I said, trying to resolve myself to this new path.

“Boss?”

“Head over to Volkov Towers.”

I grabbed my cell phone and dialed a number I’d never used before, grinning when the prick answered himself.

“Adrik Volkov.”

“Hello, Mr. Volkov, I believe we have a meeting today.”

“Who the fuck is this?”

“Ono Bottarelli. I understand you have some questions about my wife.”

“Ah. So, you’re the prick who married our Shelly? You think this is a good idea? Calling me like this.”

“I don’t like threats, and I don’t like waiting. You wanted to talk, so I’ll be there in thirty-five minutes,” I said, checking with the GPS before hanging up on the powerful man.

My blood hummed in my veins, anticipation making me giddy.

Did I want the Volkovs for enemies?

No fucking way.

But maybe they could help with this problem I had. If anyone could root out the mystery man behind the attacks on me, it was them.

Asking for help wasn’t in my nature, but with Michelle in the target zone, I wasn’t above it. My priorities had shifted. My company, my men, they were all second now to her safety.

I grinned and rubbed my hand over my face. I never believed people who said the right woman could change your life. But they weren’t lying.

Michelle was the right woman.

And she was changing everything.

Chapter 27-Shelly

“Shelly, what the hell?” Michaela yelled the second I accepted her video call.

“What?” I snapped back.

“You got married, and you didn’t even tell me!”

Shit.

I knew I’d forgotten something.

Okay, fine.

It was more like I had been avoiding this whole conversation.

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