Page 40 of Bratva Bride

Now he’s gone after Illayana.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in, trying to calm myself like she said. It didn't work. No one touched what was mine.

"Fuckers!" I yelled, slamming my fist on the desk. The wood splintered from the impact. "Are you okay? Where the fuck was Lorenzo?"

"Arturo. Calm," she soothed. "I'm fine. I wasn't hurt and Lorenzo was with me."

"He was there? He protected you?"

She laughed. I had no idea what the fuck was so funny right now.

"I don't need protection Arturo, but yes. He was there. As well as Adrian, my other bodyguard."

Vin was still watching me intently. He could tell something was up and he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut.

"I'm sending another guard to you. Two's not enough, especially if they're sending that many men after you. Where are you now?"

I balanced the phone between my ear and shoulder as I scribbled a note on a piece of paper and handed it to Vin. He took it without question and read it. He gave me a quick nod and he typed something into his phone, putting it to his ear as he walked out of the room.

"On my way home. I'm covered in blood and in desperate need of a shower."

"Blood?!" I roared. "You said you weren't hurt!"

"It's not mine, Arturo."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. That's good. Look, when you get home, I want you to stay there. Don't leave. I'm coming."

"No, there's no need. I'm honestly fine. My father has gone into overprotective mode and I couldn't be safer at the moment."

"I don't give a fuck! The jet is being prepped and will be ready in a few hours. I'm coming, Illayana. I'll be there by tonight. End of discussion," I snapped.

She sighed, but didn't argue anymore. "Fine then. Would you like to hear some good news?" Her tone of voice instantly changed from strained to downright giddy.

"Sure. I could use some good news right about now." Vin came back into the room and took a seat. He gave me a subtle nod to inform me the jet was being prepared, but other than that remained silent.

"We have a prisoner."

I immediately sat up straight, a smile spreading across my face and excitement bubbling through me. "A prisoner, you say?"

She giggled. "Yes. My father plans to have a few words with him."

"I bet he does. I want to talk to him, too."

"Hold on." She started speaking to someone, though I couldn't hear exactly what was being said. The voices started to get louder and more pronounced until finally she returned. "My father's agreed to wait until you get here to question him. But if you take too long, he'll start without you."

"That's fair enough," I replied, leaning back in my chair. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I promise I'm fine. You worry too much," she chuckled. "I have to go. We're pulling up to the house."

"Okay. I'll be there later tonight, Illayana. And I'm gonna make that fucker pay."

"You're gonna have to get in line. There's a lot of people who want to have words with him."

"I'm at the top of the line. Everyone else can have what's left over."

"So bossy," she chuckled. "I'll see you later, Arturo"

"Ciao gattina. Stai attento."Goodbye kitten. Be safe.I said in Italian.

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