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“Shit!”
I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone, then dialed Abel’s number. On the third ring, he picked up the phone. “Nzuri,” he said, his voice groggy from sleep.
“We’ve been attacked. I need every man you can get up here to the hospital now.”
“On the way,” he said, ending the call.
We had to leave immediately. There was no way we could stay here. We were exposed and defenseless. I knew the doctors wouldn’t approve, but we couldn’t afford to stay here. I would feel safer if we were back in the States, surrounded by familiar sights and sounds.
This bitch was toying with me, and it really bothered me. If she wanted to kill me, I’d already be dead. She could have done it at my wedding. She could have done it in the elevator. So, if she wanted to play fucking games, I’d meet her head on. But we’d do it on my terms, not hers.
“Franco, once Abel gets here, make sure every available man is ready to go. We’re going home.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
F*CK THE PAIN
Antonio
Six weeks later...
Despite the excruciating agony, I had to keep it under control. I swallowed a few painkillers, but I could still feel the pain persisting. Despite the pain, I had shit that needed to be handled.
Aaliyah had been on my ass about completely healing before I jumped back into the swing of things, but I refused to do that, especially since that bitch attacked us at the hospital in Italy and that I had lost some good men. And I could have lost my wife. My world. Now it was time to end this shit. She took the time to taunt my wife. She had gotten too close to Aaliyah, and it pissed me off.
“Do we have any updates on Agent Grasso?” I asked as I shifted in my office chair.
I knew I was moving too fast, but I wanted this shit over with. I wanted to heal in peace and not wonder when this bitch or that motherfucker would try to come for my family.
“No, but it’s only a matter of time,” Luca said. “He didn’t show up to his grandfather’s funeral, but he’s bound to show his face sooner rather than later.”
“He knew we’d go after him there if he showed up,” I said, and the others nodded in agreement.
It was a relief to know that Luca had made it out alive from the shootout. Aaliyah and Franco thought his injuries were severe, but he was already out of the hospital by the time I was discharged.
“I want to take the fight to him,” I said, the determination evident in my voice, but before I could finish my thoughts, the door to my office flung open and in walked my beautiful wife. My very beautiful, angry wife.
No matter what she wore, men’s gazes in the room immediately fixated on her. Today’s outfit consisted of black leggings, one of my t-shirts, and a cozy pair of socks. Framing her beautiful natural face, her hair formed a stunning halo of tightly coiled curls. And I wanted to wrap my hands in them while I fucked her from behind.
Luca, Franco, and the other soldiers jumped to their feet. If I could without feeling like shit, I would too, but I stayed seated and watched as my beautiful wife owned the room. They respected her and I couldn’t be prouder.
“Gentlemen,” Aaliyah said as she reached my desk.
The raging fire in her eyes done nothing but made my cock hard. I hadn’t fucked my wife since the day before I was shot, and it was killing me. When I wanted to touch her, she’d stop me because of my injuries, saying that I wasn’t ready. Despite feeling some discomfort, I knew relief was just a pill away. I wanted to fuck my wife. I believed not being able to, was also what had me so fucking moody.
As she glared at me, I struggled to resist the intense desire to take her, bend over the edge of my desk, and make her scream my name.
“Donna,” their voices echoed in perfect harmony, snapping me out of my thoughts.
After she kissed me, she gracefully settled into the chair next to me. I expected her to tear me a new one, but she didn’t. I would get that once this meeting was over.
“Have there been any updates on the Ghost?” I asked, taking hold of Aaliyah’s hand, and intertwining our fingers.
A sigh escaped her lips. “Nothing. I’ve contacted the others, and they haven’t had any luck either. But I did get an alert on Agent Grasso.”
“You did?” I asked.
She hadn’t said anything before now.
