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Because Iwantedto.
He laced his fingers through mine.
“I’m scared,” I whispered.
“So am I,” he replied. “But that doesn’t mean we don’t do this. It means wedoittogether.”
For the first time in a long time, I believed that.
And I didn’t feel so alone. For the first time, I didn’t feel like someone being dragged through someone else’s world. I felt like I belonged in it.
Chapter 25 - Federico
I parked my car a couple of hundred metres from the meeting point, just off the winding gravel road, on a dirt road hidden inside the pine forest.
I stepped out of the car. It was quiet—the kind of quiet that told you something was about to go very, very wrong.
I closed the door carefully behind me. Manually locked the car to avoid any sounds.
This wasn’t going to be a fair fight.
I didn’t want it to be.
These bastards had taken my sister-in-law, threatened my wife, and endangered my unborn child. Fair went out the window the moment they made this personal.
I checked my gun, loaded a round into the chamber, and slipped into the shadows of the forest. The cold air bit at my face, but I barely felt it.
All I could feel was the pure rage that would keep me focused. Keep me lethal.
The meeting location was down a slope and nestled in a hollowed clearing by the river. A place meant for isolation. Control. Setup.
For about ten minutes, I moved silently through the trees, which provided perfect cover. The foliage was thick enough to conceal our movements, and I finally took my position behind a moss-covered rock.
My earpiece crackled. “In position, southeast corner.” Dante’s voice.
“Northwest secured.” Giovanni.
I kept my eyes on the clearing in the middle of the forest as I responded. “Copy. In position.”
Five minutes passed in silence. Then I heard the soft crunch of leaves behind me. I didn’t turn. I knew who it was.
“They picked the right terrain,” he muttered as he took a position beside me. “But they don’t know we picked it first.”
Gastone appeared from the opposite side, eyes scanning the path, rifle slung over his back. “We’re here. For whatever you need. I’ve given the Ustinov army their orders.”
“Thank you,” I whispered, giving him a grateful look.
“You came for us when we needed it.” He lightly patted me on my arm. “It’s what family does.”
“Technically,” Caspian joked. “We came to bring back a Lebedev. You just happened to be with her.”
“She’s an Ajello now,” Gastone grinned.
“Pity,” Caspian sighed dramatically.
Both men looked at me, and I could tell they were trying to help me remain grounded, trying to distract. I gave them a wry, pained smile.
God.
