Page 93 of From My Past
“I mean, you’re tone of voice changes a lot when you talk to your dad, especially when it’s about official Clan business.” She yawned.
“My dad said I need to get to Headquarters. I’m assuming shit has hit the fan with the Garzinos. I’ve got to get ready.” I say, hugging her in closer before getting out of the bed and pulling on a fresh t-shirt. “You should come with me.”
“But I don’t wanna,” she whined, flipping over in to look me in the eye. “Can’t I just stay here?”
“Are you sure?” It’s a long drive and I’m sure she wouldn’t be able to join the meeting, but I still wasn’t totally comfortable with leaving her all alone. Especially when I would be so far away.
“This is our house, oursafehouse. I’ll be fine. You don’t think you’ll be overnight, will you?” She sits up, bringing the thin knit blanket with her. She just looks so fucking cute; hair tangled with sleep, makeup free, wearing one of my shirts that’s swimming on her, and her eyes puffy from sleep.
I lean over and kiss her lips softly. “No, baby. I’ll make sure I won’t stay overnight.”
“Then I’ll be good here. I’ll stay in bed and binge something, then cook us some dinner and be in bed waiting for you when you get home.”
“Wearing nothing I hope.” I bite my lower lip and smirk.
“You’ll have to wait and see. Husband.” She teases me back and pulls the collar of my shirt to bring me in closer for another kiss.
We’re getting carried away so I pull back suddenly, shaking my head to clear the arousal threatening to take over.
“I have to go now otherwise I’ll need to take a cold shower.”
“You won’t need a cold shower, I’ll take care of you.” She says and I have to bite back another groan.
“I really do have to go.” I say, kissing her one more time lightly.
“Be safe, be home soon.” She says with a smile and lays back down, pulling the blanket up under her chin. A caveman sense of pride washes over me at seeing my woman wrapped up inmybed.
“As soon as I can. Wife.” I smile. She sits up and smiles back at me, a megawatt smile that lights up her whole face before I have to force myself to leave the room.
* * *
“He called you in too, huh?” I said, slamming my car door shut and see both Trent and Bryan doing the same.
“Yeah, we just got the call.” Bryan said.
That set off warning bells. Not only did my father call me in after giving me a few sanctioned days off, but he also called in two deep undercover agents after we just had the first battle with the Italians.
“This feels wrong.” Trent said ominously.
“Let’s go see what he wants,” I say, making my way to the elevator up to Kellan’s office.
“The call won’t go through.” Bryan said, holding his phone to his ear.
“What the fuck is going on?” I snap.
Out of the corner of my eye I see a shadow lunge for Trent and I push him away, landing a solid blow to the masked figure. Figures dressed in all black with ski masks on surround the three of us and attack.
Trent, Bryan and I form a circle, keeping our backs together as we take on at least three guys each. We give as good as we get and I’m pleased when I see the unconscious or dead bodies littering the floor. My knuckles were screaming, but I welcomed the pain.
Whoever formed this attack clearly wasn’t counting on the three of us being such good fighters because hit after hit, man after man, I could see in their eyes the shock and surprise that the three of us were still standing.
Trent already was bruising; his pale skin showing every mark on his face he received and his eyebrow and lip were both split, bleeding profusely.
Bryan was fairing a bit better as he was much better at blocking than Trent was, but he was clearly favoring his right side, covering his ribs as he fought. He had a cut at his hairline and half his face was covered in blood. Head wounds always bled the most.
I was sure I looked just as bad. My right eye was already swelling shut and one of the fuckers had gotten a decent blow in on my collarbone so each punch was especially painful.
Body after body fell before it was just one masked man remaining.
