Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
I was so fucking proud.
Seeing her standing there as the victor coated in the blood of the men she’d blown to pieces… I’d never wanted to fuck her more.
But what I wanted more was revenge.
I wanted it raw and bloody and violent.
And I would laugh while I took it from Umberto’s dying hands.
“I’ll let you know when I’m on my way home.”
“Wolfe.”
I wanted to call her baby, but I was still angry right now.
“You promised me…”
And now she just made me angrier, reminding me of a promise I would give anything to revoke.
“You promised me you wouldn’t hurt a woman or a child, and I know Umberto has a family.”
I stared at the house and saw Leo come out with some of the other guys, all carrying guns and ammunition for the hit we were about to do. Inside, I was seething, pissed off that Francesca put these fucking restraints on me.
“Wolfe,” she said gently. “Please.”
“You know what they were going to do to you?”
She said nothing.
“Because I do.” I didn’t torture them for information. They just told me everything they knew in the hope they would be spared from the carnage.
“I don’t care.”
“I fucking care—”
“It didn’t happen, and his wife and daughter had nothing to do with it.” She raised her voice, showing the mob side of her that came out when she didn’t mean to try. “You made me this promise, and you’re going to keep it, Wolfe. This has been a really shitty fucking day, so do what you need to do and then come home to me. I don’t need revenge—I need you. I need you to come home to me and put me back together. And the longer we talk about this, the longer I have to wait for you to walk through that door. So just do what I asked.”
I called in my favors to find Umberto.
A lot of people owed me debts, so I went down the list until someone could give me what I needed.
I leaned against the car with the phone in my hand, the call on speaker.
“He already sent his family to the Catania airport. They’re flying to London and then New York. And he and the others are headed to Vincenzo Airport outside Palermo.”
They split up so I had to choose my revenge.
Did I kill his wife the way he tried to kill mine?
Or did I go straight for his throat?
He could thank Francesca for my decision. “Where is he now?”
“Already on the way. Probably be there in forty-five minutes.”
I couldn’t make it in time. “Where’s he going?”
“Rome.”
I hung up.
Leo listened to all of that with a cigar in his mouth. “We’ll never make it.”
I held up my hand and made another call. It rang a couple times before one of my guys picked up. “I need you to ground all flights for the next three hours.”
He hesitated over the line, knowing that was a big fucking ask.
“I told you one day I would come calling,” I said. “And what were my terms?”
He didn’t say anything.
“No questions asked.”
He sighed over the line. “Three hours is all I can give you.”
“That’s all I need.” I hung up. “Let’s head out.”
Leo let the cigar sit between his parted lips as he stared at me incredulously. “How the fuck did you do that?”
“Get in the car.” I walked around the front to the driver’s seat of my Range Rover.
He opened the passenger door and got into the car beside me. “You really do know everybody.”
The rest of the guys got in the SUVs, and we headed out, making the two-hour drive to the airport. Umberto wouldn’t suspect that I was behind the emergency at the airport, and Catania was on the opposite side of the island, so he wouldn’t risk driving there. He would keep waiting for clearance and bitching at the airport workers—who would have no information to give him.
It was a long drive, so Leo fell asleep against the window, as did Andre in the back. I was wide awake, not because I was behind the wheel, but because I was still furious. I wasn’t sure how Leo could just tap out like that after what had happened to his sister.
The airport eventually came into view, and we parked right in the front, all of our cars visible from the windows of the airport if anyone looked. It wouldn’t take long for Umberto and his men to realize they had company. They would have smuggled their weapons onto the jet and already had their cache stashed inside the plane, but they probably weren’t armed in the airport.
So this would be quick.
I tucked the gun into the back of my jeans and pulled my knife out of the sheath. With it gripped in my hand, I walked in the lead, while Leo and the others were armed to the teeth with automatic rifles.