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He chuckles and stands to his feet. “I’m going to shower.” He looks at me over his shoulder. “Care to join me?”

“No, thank you.” I settle into the covers with a slight smirk.

“I could make you.” His voice lowers an octave, and I glare at him even though my stomach flips.Please, make me. It won’t take much effort. “You’re lucky I’m too tired right now.”

He closes himself in the bathroom and the water to the shower turns on a moment later. Turning on my side to face the bathroom door, I’m so tempted to walk in there and join him. To run my hands all over his scarred-up muscles. Water dripping down his olive skin and washboard abs.

My family has seriously put my brain in a blender tonight.

Chapter forty-eight

Alessia

Massimo didn’t come home last night, and I’m worried.

Monte is being strangely on edge and refuses to provide me with any answers when I question him on Massimo’s whereabouts. I don’t even think he would prevent me from leaving if I tried. I ended up caving this morning and tried to call him, but his phone was off and still is several hours later.

Something is obviously wrong, and I plan to get to the bottom of it.

I’m just about to go and hunt Monte down again when he rushes into the room around noon looking frantic. “What’s going on?” I rush out, my heart automatically sinking in fear.

“Phone’s for you,” he says quickening his pace.

“Is it Massimo?”

“No, but it’s important.”

“It better not be another woman telling me he’s two-timing us,” I mutter and take the phone from him. “Hello?”

“Alessia. Nice to hear your voice.”

“Komodo?” I recognize the accent instantly.

“Sorry, I don’t have your new number.”

“Well, I just got my phone privileges back for being a good girl,” I muse.

“Good to hear.”

“By the way, thank you for not killing me.” Monte clears his throat grabbing my attention and I find him baring his teeth at me, prompting me to roll my eyes. “But this obviously isn’t a friendly phone call to catch up. What’s going on? You know something about Massimo? Is he two-timing me?” I ask without any real intent.

“I warned him about going after them.”

“So, did I.”

“Well, he’s gotten himself into a little trouble.”

“Tell me everything you know,” I demand.

After I get as much detail as possible out of Komodo, I get off the phone and face Monte. “Get the crew together and pack heavy. I need to go see my brothers. Meet us at our airstrip when you’re ready.”

“Wait.” He halts me, giving me the impression he’s going to prevent me from leaving. “Where is he?”

“Fucking Russia. The Organization is hot on his tail and will have him in their custody within hours. We have to move.” He knows not to question because that’ll waste precious time.

Clad in combat gear—form-fitting black clothing, combat boots, my Kevlar, and my hair pulled tightly back in a ponytail—I don’t bother asking for any weapons, knowing I can get them at my family’s estate.

I call Tullio on my way to give him the shortest version and he says he’ll call in the Abramov’s. Which is a total shock to me, but questions will have to wait.

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