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“I bet I would. We’ll take a vacation there when things settle down.”

“I’d like that.” He tugs me to him and kisses me deep and slow. “Never again, Lucy. If you really mean it, I’ll never try to send you away again. You’ll be by my side forever.”

“That’s all I want.”

“Good.Amore mio.” He kisses me deeper. “I love you, Lucy. You’re right. I need you. I can’t keep doing this without you here.”

“I love you too.”

I throw myself at him, desperately seeking his mouth, kissing him and whimpering against him like an animal. God, this is what I’ve been wanting for so long, a man who loves me for who I am and not for my last name. He stands and shoves his desk clear, and we spend the next few hours fucking each other dry, whispering how in love we are, how we’ll never be apart again, and I mean every word.

Chapter 36

Adriano

“You sure about this?” Luca frowns as he squints through the windshield of the BMW. We’re parked across from a moderately large warehouse down near the airport. “I feel like you’re about to make a lot of enemies.”

“I’m sure.” I glance over at Vittorio. “You got a problem?”

“Hell, no. This is my speed.” He shows me his teeth. “Can’t wait to watch it all burn.”

“Good man.” I push open the door. “Let’s get this done.”

I stride across the parking lot. My Capos follow close behind. We’re armed to the teeth, and my men are both carrying big red gas cans.

The security system was easy to disable. I hired a talented and discreet hacker named Permafrost to take care of it. He claims we have fifteen minutes. That’s plenty of time for what I have planned.

The front door slides open when I push against it.

We step into a comfortable lobby. All the lights are off. I spot several security cameras, but none seem to be working. There’s a single guard sitting at the front desk, looking confused. He stands, hand at his hip. “Hey, what are you?—”

Vittorio shoots him right in the skull. His head snaps back as he falls to the floor. “Just one?” He sounds disappointed. “Boring.”

“The fun’s just starting,” I murmur as we head toward the door the guard was covering. I’m following a map I studied last night, memorizing the twists and turns in this place.

“Creepy as fuck,” Luca mutters when we walk down another narrow hallway. When the security system was alive, there would’ve been scanners and body imagers going crazy to verify our identity. Now it’s all dead and motionless.

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of the dark,” Vittorio says with a vicious laugh. “Come on, Luca. This is the most fun we’ve had in a while.”

“Speak for yourself.” Luca grumbles as I push through a door and we step into a massive climate-controlled storage area. “This shit gives me the willies.”

Ahead of us, various glass-encased walls are lined up in perfect rows. The emergency lights are on, casting everything in a hellish red glow.

Hanging on the walls are priceless pieces of art.

I recognize Manet, Degas, Rembrandt, and Picasso. There are also sections for statues, vases, mixed media, and whatever else is worth a small fortune and collected by rich fucks.

“Douse it all,” I tell them.

“Gladly.” Luca starts spilling his can.

“Seriously, what’s so creepy about this?” Vittorio presses.

“It’s all these goddamn faces.” Luca splashes gas onto a painting of some dead rich guy. “They’re just fucking staring at me.”

“God, you’re such a soft little baby.”

“Fuck off, Vittorio, or I’ll light you up too.”

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