“They had Brazilian accents. The man they called was Italian. He mentioned wanting you and your wife dead. He also said something about the Locatellis.”
“When did this happen?”
“About six hours ago. I have already moved to the safe house. Her apartment was compromised. We couldn’t stay there any longer.”
“Thank you, Adriano. I will get back to you with new instructions in a few hours.”
“I would like to come to Italy. Symphony is in danger.”
“I need you there with Julissa. I will take care of my wife. She is safe with me,” I bite out.
“Boss, with all respect. I know Sim better than anyone else. I have been in gunfights with her.
“I know how she thinks. If she were in danger, I would be an asset.”
“I will call you with your next instructions.”
Without another word, I hang up. Before I turn my gaze on Sim, I can feel the energy has shifted within the vehicle. When I lock eyes with her, hers are burning with anger.
“This is not what you think. Julissa felt like someone was following her. I sent Adriano to stay with her to make sure things were?—”
“For two months … this is where he has been for two months? Do I look stupid to you?” She throws her hands up. “No, do not answer that. Your actions already have. You don’t respect me.
“I told you I would not have this. I will not share you with another. You gave her my bodyguard? My friend. What the fuck were you thinking?”
“Symphony,” I bark.
I know she’s upset, but she’s never talked to me like this, and I won’t allow it to begin now. The fact of the matter is someone sent killers after who they thought was my wife.
That’s the fact that’s ringing loudest in my tired brain. Not someone; this was Leonardo. I know that without a doubt. He’s the only Italian stupid enough to set something like this in motion.
“You are not and never have had to share me with anyone. She needed help. She’s not like you; she can’t protect herself and she doesn’t have me. I sent Adriano to help her.
“At no point have I been to see her or involved in her life. This is the first time since the first week I sent him to be with her that Adriano has reported anything about her to me. I told him he should only call if there was danger.
“My mind has been on so many other things, on us. I haven’t had the time to pull him from watching over her. It slipped my mind.”
“Right, it slipped your mind because I haven’t been asking after him. Do you love her?”
“No.”
“Am I going to have to kill her?”
“Sim, she is nothing for you to worry about. I was messed up after you left without a word. I needed someone to talk to.
“She was a friend. Yes, I tried to date her, but that didn’t work out because I was and have always been in love with you. I have always wanted you.
“The only reason I even thought about trying to move on was because I thought I hurt you and we couldn’t move forward. I just didn’t know what I did or how to fix it?—”
“So you give her my bodyguard?”
“Yes,” I bellow. “Because I hate him. I hate the way he looks at you. I hate that he has been with you all this time while I have ached to be near you.
“I wanted him out of my face. I was tired of watching him look at you, so I sent him away. Now I’m happy I did. She could be dead, and I wouldn’t have known it was because someone was looking for you.”
“I don’t want to talk to you.”
“You don’t have to talk, but I need you to listen. You are the most important person in the world to me. Everything I do is for you.