Page 65 of Savage Vow (Mafia Marriages 3)

I don’t see Ashton.

Aurielo has his hands in the air. I don’t see the ball or glove, not that I expect to either.

“It’s just me here, boys. You really are trying to overcompensate for something. I’d guess it’s the size of your dicks.”

I grimace at his words. It’s not the kind of language that I want Ashton to overhear, but I’m relieved he’s not turning the kid over to them either.

“We heard you married some whore. Where is she?” Two of the men storm inside the house.

Several loud thuds and glass shatters as they break and tear apart his home. “We’ll find her!”

I want to help, but I don’t know how. Around the opposite side of the house, Ashton appears, his eyes wide, filled with tears.

I must get to him, protect him. Exhaling a sharp breath, I dart from behind one SUV to the next before making a quick beeline for the opposite side of the house from where the men are pointing their weapons at Aurielo.

“Did you see that?” one of the gunmen shouts.

Shit.

“Probably a coyote,” Aurielo says casually.

I grab Ashton. His eyes are wide and glistening with tears. He’s holding back his cries for help, and I’m grateful for the silence.

If he were smaller, I’d pick him up and run, but he’s too big for me to carry without it slowing us down. I clutch his hand and drag him to follow me around to the backside of the house.

We keep low around the windows. There are men inside the cottage tearing the place apart, piece by piece.

Are they looking for something or someone?

What do they want?

Wouldn’t they have killed Aurielo if they wanted him dead?

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