Page 38 of Fragile Union

My fist is in the fucker's face before he even finishes his sentence. I'm not a fucking idiot. I know thatsukameans bitch. "Do not talk about my wife." I growl at him ready to tear his fucking head off.

He spits blood from his mouth and glares at me. "Damini's will die. No one threatens us and lives to tell the tale but your wife knows too much. She has seen the transactions between us."

Fuck. This is even worse than I thought. These bastards aren't going to stop.

"Damini told the boss that your wife will talk, that we needed to end her. Although, he did not say that she was your wife, nor the daughter of Denis Gallagher."

Why am I not surprised that the asshole is trying to save himself?

"Where can I find Maruzzo?"

He shakes his head, pain lacing his eyes. "I do not know."

I believe him.

I turn to Pitor. "What about you. Do you have anything to add?"

The man shudders, "No, both the Damini men are gunning for your wife. They'll get her eventually."

No they fucking won't.

I pull out my gun and empty two rounds into their heads.

"Clean this up and burn their bodies," Dante instructs as we move toward the exit. "I'll call Dimitri, it's time he and I had a sit down." Dimitri is the head of the Bratva, he’s only just risen to succession. He’s kept quiet, re-building the power the Russian’s once had.

It's more than fucking time. "I'll be there." My tone brokers no arguments.

He pulls out his cell and shakes his head. "No doubt Kenna will want a play by play of what happened."

I chuckle. "That's what happens when you marry a psychopath."

"You call my wife a psycho after what I just witnessed in there?"

I scoff. "Like you wouldn't have done the same."

Dante would have gone on a damn rampage, he doesn't have finesse about it. He uses brute force and will kill anyone who dares to harm his wife, family, or organization. I on the other hand will take my time and dish out the pain, prolonging it until they're unable to take anymore.

I don't bother changing my shirt, I'll shower once I get back to Dante and Makenna's house. I need to lay eyes on my wife, to ensure that she's okay.

Tomorrow, we'll sort the rest of this bullshit out. I'm making it my mission to take out the Daminis. They'll not get a chance to try and take out Holly again.

Fourteen

HOLLY

I'm woken by the door creaking open. I haven't managed to get too much sleep, constantly tossing and turning as I wait for Romero to come home. Makenna's been hovering all night, checking in on me every hour or so. I sit up ready to tell Kenna to take her pregnant arse back to bed and get some rest, but my breath is caught in my lungs as I stare at my husband.

His usual crisp white shirt, his arms, face, and his pants are covered in blood. His shirt’s soaked in it. My gaze goes from his body back to his face, I don't see any pain in his eyes nor on his features, but this is Rome, he's able to mask his emotions. Even if he were in pain, I'd never know unless he tells me.

I'm moving toward him before either of us say a word. His brown eyes dark as he takes me in. His gaze follows my every step, I feel as though I'm being watched by a wild animal, one that's ready to attack at any moment. "Are you okay?" I whisper as my hand reaches out to touch him.

He withdraws. "Don't," his voice harsh.

My heart shatters, he's never rejected me before. I take a step back, unsure as to what I should do.

"I'm going to shower. Go to bed," he instructs, his eyes still dark, his voice still has that bite to it. He moves toward the bathroom and all I can do is stare at his retreating back, wondering what the hell happened.

I've caught a glimpse at the monster that everyone says lives inside of him. But I'm not scared, the man I love would never hurt me. I know that deep down in my bones. I hear the shower turn on and sigh. I have a choice to make. Do I go back to bed and act as though whatever the fuck just happened, didn't? Or do I go to him and try and make what's a shitty day, a little better?

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