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Gianni

"Pick him up,"I order, hanging up.

Dante glances behind him then asks in a hushed voice, "Did Luca find that FBI pig?"

I step closer, keeping my voice low. "Yeah. Did Massimo or Tristano call yet?"

"No."

"I want all of them picked up tonight," I say for the tenth time.

"Agreed. You talk to Aidan yet?"

I pause, waiting for a nurse to pass us. Silvio arranged for Cara to get an MRI and X-rays at an imaging center he owns. I've been beyond livid since she told me how the detectives and that FBI agent interrogated her, ignored her request for a phone call or attorney, and tried to turn her against us. All the rage I've felt about what happened to her with Uberto only multiplied. I'm not worried she'll turn. She would never cross me, and I know this in the deepest part of my soul.

Those fuckers made a bad decision. They disrespected her by taking her into an interrogation room, showing her gruesome photos, and scaring her. The frustration and irritation I experienced when they held me captive was bad enough. Learning what they did to my wife leaves me no option but to act.

No one ever again will put Cara in any situation that isn't good for her. I don't care if it's the law or not. I'll make damn sure of it. So the first thing I'm doing is going right to the elimination process, even though Papà refused to give us the go-ahead, insisting if they show up dead, it's going to put more heat on our family.

At this moment, I don't care. My head spins so fast with outrage and visions of my wife getting threatened by the authorities that all I can focus on is revenge.

And when I'm through, it'll send a message to any agent who wants to attempt to talk to any Marino woman ever again.

It's time the Feds learn a lesson. Our women are off-limits. Mess with them, and you're going to have hell to pay.

As soon as we left Papà's office, my brothers and I huddled together. Relief filled me when Dante didn't fight me. All I had to do was ask him how he would react if the authorities had done the same to Bridget, and he didn't argue. Instead, we gave Massimo and Tristano the job of picking up Anderson and Contray. Their first stop was meeting with Luca and telling him to pick up this Agent Bordeaux.

Dante came to the imaging center with me. While I checked the X-ray and MRI rooms to ensure they were safe, Dante called Aidan. Since Papà ordered us not to touch any authority figure without his permission, we need another place to take these bastards. Tully's new purchase seems like the perfect place.

Dante's phone rings. He glances at the screen then locks eyes with me, answering, "Is it done?"

My pulse increases. I close my fists at my sides, still fuming they had the guts to disrespect my wife.

"All done! I have a clean bill of health." Cara beams as she steps into the hallway. Her bodyguards step behind her. Right now, we have Bridget's since she's safe at the house. I suspended the bodyguards who didn't follow Cara when she left the fashion show. They're lucky I found out about the situation with my tesoro at the police station. I couldn't take my focus off it, so they only lost their pay and not their lives. As soon as I deal with this situation, I'll be doing a full investigation on what happened earlier today.

Relief fills me that she's okay. I slide my arm around her shoulders. "No issues?"

"Nope! They gave me instructions to ice my neck and said an adjustment might help with the pain, but everything is in good order," she chirps then yawns.

I kiss her forehead. "Good to hear. Let's get you home and in bed."

She doesn't argue and falls asleep on my chest on the way home. Our driver pulls up to the steps of the house, and I carry her up the stairs. I try to undress her, but she opens her eyes. "Hey. Did I fall asleep?"

"Yeah. Let me get your clothes off, and I'll tuck you in."

A soft laugh fills the air. "Tuck me in, huh?"

I give her a chaste kiss on the lips. "Yep."

"Hmm." She kicks off her shoes.

I tug her yoga pants off her, and she's soon naked. I hold the blankets up, ordering, "In."

"Now who's bossy," she teases while sliding into the bed.

I tuck the blankets around her then kiss her again. "I have some work I need to do. I'll be back later."

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