Page 137 of Immoral

She swallows hard. "Will you be somewhere safe?"

"Yes. You don't need to worry about anything. Now, go to sleep, okay?" I kiss her on the lips.

She reaches for the side of my head and caresses it. "I'll go to sleep if you give me something."

I chuckle. "What do you want? Name it."

"I'm returning to Fashion Week tomorrow and finishing it out."

Her statement hits me like a wrecking ball. I firmly assert, "Absolutely not."

She sits up in bed. "I'll get you access to the back area. You can add whatever guards you want, and you can be by my side the entire time. But don't take this from me."

I close my eyes, count to fifty, then open them.

"Gianni, I need this. Please," she whispers.

I take a deep breath then nod. "Okay. But you don't go anywhere without me attached to your hip."

She beams, and it tugs at my heart. "Thank you, baby. Promise me you'll be careful."

I give her another kiss. "I promise. Now sleep, tesoro."

She scoots down under the covers and holds her arms out. "I need another kiss, but a good one this time."

I laugh then kiss her until she's breathless. I tear myself away from her and leave, meeting Dante at the end of my wing.

We go into the garage and get in the SUV. During the ride, we both check our Glocks and sharpen our knives. For the second time today, I go into the building Tully bought.

"How the fuck did Tully find this place?" Dante mumbles, looking around.

I shrug. "Who knows." I open the door to the basement, and we climb down into the damp cellar.

Aidan, Massimo, and Tristano are waiting. The two detectives and FBI agent lie on tables, naked, gagged, and with their limbs stretched.

I glance at Aidan. "When did the tables arrive?"

His lips move into a sinister smile. He shoots the authority figures a look as if they're his prey and he can't wait to tear them to shreds. He answers, "I thought it was only fitting if we use their own tactics on them. I had my guys bring them over an hour ago."

Massimo interjects, "We're in luck. Tully installed the water system yesterday." He points to the wall where multiple hose lines are connected to faucets.

"How did I not notice that earlier?" I ask.

Aidan's eyes gleam. "We were having too much fun."

Massimo grabs a hose and turns on the water. He sniffs hard. "You don't mind if I take Anderson, do you?"

"No. I get Bordeaux. Why do you want Anderson?" I ask.

"No reason. Just a feeling I have," he states, but something passes in his eyes. It's the first time I've ever caught him in a lie.

I glance at Dante. He saw it, too. If something has gone on with Massimo and Anderson, Massimo should have told us. Neither Dante nor I speak, but I decide to deal with Massimo later. "Go ahead," I tell him.

"Don't leave me out of the fun," Tristano adds then picks up another hose.

"Take Contray," I order. I grab another hose and say to the others, "Sorry. You'll have to sit back for the time being."

Aidan's mouth contorts. He motions toward the table. "Have at it. I'm going to wait until halftime."

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