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New York City
I was trying, fruitlessly,
to sleep in the guest bedroom at Anthony and Nina’s condo. I checked my phone
in the darkness. Charlie was curled up in a pack and play by the window,
sleeping contentedly while I fretted about his father. Anthony had texted me at
two in the morning, explaining that they were going to a home in Long Island.
My husband was a hero. He’d saved a teenage girl from the clutches of the
Russian Bratva.
I was proud of
him, but pissed off as hell. What if he got caught? What if the cops pin … I
don’t want my husband to go to jail.
Fuck!
The door opened
to the bedroom and my husband walked in. He had changed from his dress clothes,
which were probably destroyed after the incident tonight. He was in a pair of black
jeans and a tight black long-sleeved t-shirt. “Edward …” I whispered, sitting
up.
“Cara,” he
breathed, kicking off his shoes and crawling up the bed. He pulled me into his
arms and held me tightly. I could smell his body wash and cologne. I slid my
hand up his chest, to his jaw. He captured my hand, kissing the palm of my
hand. “I’m okay, Bella.”
I moved up and
straddled his legs. I ran my fingers through his damp hair. “Are you sure? What
happened?”
He sighed,
cupping my face and looked into my eyes. “We did what needed to be done, cara.
The Bratva are truly monsters. They sold a fifteen-year-old girl on the
black market. She was kidnapped from her high school after a musical rehearsal.
Her hair was shorn and some old man in Moscow purchased her for five million
euro.”
“Oh my God,” I
gasped. “Was she hurt?”
“Not physically.
Her hair was cut off, but she didn’t appear to be injured. She had some blood
on her clothing, but it was from her struggling with her abductors. She kicked
them hard in the nose and face, causing them to bleed,” Edward explained. “She
fought back, but they were easily three times her size.”
I frowned,
sliding my arms around his neck and snuggled closer to him. His hands rested on
my ass. “I’m glad you got to her in time.”
“I was afraid
that we wouldn’t,” Edward said. “The guy who took her was off the rails. Very
sloppy and emotional. It was his downfall.” He took my face into his hands. “If
something like that happened to you or to Charlie … I don’t know what I’d do. Fuck,
I’d move heaven and earth to save you.”
“Just like I did
to save you,” I replied, kissing him tenderly.
He deepened the
kiss, sliding his tongue into my mouth. With a heavy sigh, he pulled back and
pressed his forehead to mine. “I’m going to behave. I don’t want our child to
be scarred because his parents couldn’t control themselves. Plus, we need to be
up in four hours to go to mass.”
I wrinkled my
nose and slid off his lap. “Four hours?”
“Aunt Maria is
insistent about being connected to our faith,” Edward said, getting up and shrugging
off his shirt and jeans. He got underneath the covers and I joined him. I
pressed my ear to his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat. “I
love you, dolce.”
“I love you, too,
Capo,” I whispered in the darkness. “You are a wonderful, amazing man …
loyal and strong.”
“As are you,
Bella. Stronger than me, by far,” he murmured, kissing my lips once more before
sliding his hand to the curve around my hip. “Now, sleep … the alarm will go
off sooner than you think.”
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