Chapter 70
MATTEO
It is not the early morning sun peeking through the blinds and into my eyes that wakes me from the most enjoyable sleep which Iâm having with my wife wrapped around me. It is the vibration of my phone.
Inhaling a deep breath. I let go of my wifeâs body and turn to the side, sorting to reach for the device.
Messages from Amir.
Amir is a friend of mine who does certain kinds of favors for me. Deadly favors. He has no direct affiliation to the Mafia, but he makes certain to be here whenever I need him
Even Mirabella knows nothing of his existence and I intend to keep it that way.
Marcelo was last seen boarding a private flight to Tesoro Azul. It is believed that he made a stop between Escalera and Chuparosa. He wasnât traveling alone, but Iâm yet to discover the identities of his companions. More information will be-
The bed shifts, Mirabellaâs small moan while she stretches herself awake flooding into my ears. âMatteo,â she murmurs wordlessly, her voice and tired. âWhy are you up so early!
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My eyes shoot from the phone screen to my wife, my lips thinning into a smile. My attempt at hiding my discomfort after receiving that text. What is Marcelo up to?
Is it wise to attack now while he has no defense?
Does he have an army already but pretends not to just to lure me into his trap once again!
Thoughts flood my mind. And when I look back at my wife, I find her eyes narrowed suspiciously at me.
1 set down my phone and clamber onto the bed, reaching forward to plant a kiss on my wifeâs forehead. Her body seems tense, as though she can see through me, as though she has an inclination of what might be bothering me.
But I do not want her to ask: I donât want to have to lie to her about this,
Why am I so paranoid? Why does this finding weigh on my heart so heavily! Of course I should be bothered, considering that this is the same man who toured my wife, kidnapped my daughter, and almost ended my life.
Marcelo truly is something. And itâs my familyâs fault what he has become
If they hadnât allowed him to gain such vast knowledge about this world of crime, then perhaps he wouldnât be so far gone.
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Am I going crazy?
Of course not. I am only trying to protect my family.
âWhatâs wrong?â She asks, moving to sit up. âWhatâs with the frown? Did something happen!â
âI am not frowningâ I say, moving to sit in the same position as her, my body tense with worry,
A moment of silence passes between us, my wifeâs eyes intent on me while she assesses my strained features.
Whyâs it so difficult to pretend when sheâs near?
âYouâre will frowning, and tense. Whatâs wrong?â She smiles, her lips stretching into a grin. I let myself enjoy the relief that comes from seeing her smile. âYouâre worried about somethingâ She observes, her hand on my own, reminding me that I can tell her anything.
Her touch is so soft and gentle, so soothing. I grasp at her hand, lifting it to my lips and placing a kiss on her knuckles.
I am a finished man
Chapter 70
âItâs nothing I cannot handle, babyâ
She sighs exasperatedly. âWe talked about making this work, Matteo, and we cannot do that if we donât share our bothers with one another. No secrets, remember!â
I inhale a breath. âMirabellaâ
âMatteo.â She whispers. âTalk to me.â
âItâs your father,â I murmur, shutting my eyes. âHeâs in Mexico.â
Silence envelopes us for the longest minutes of my life. I hold onto her trembling hand firm, my thumb stroking the back of her palm as a reminder that I am here if she needs a shoulder to cry on.
âMexico,â she repeats. âHow do you know?â
âI have a guy.â I answer in a clipped tone, a way to tell her not to ask about this guy
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She nods in understanding and asks. âWhat are your intentions?â
âI will wait a few days until heâs pinned in a particular location. Once that is done, I will strike.â
Again, she nods. âOkay. Iâll get my people ready.â
My brows pull into a furrow, a frown coating my face. âYour people? Why do you want to get your people ready! Have I asked for your assistance?â
âDo you intend to do this alone?â
âYesâ I assert. âI would like to be extremely quiet about this. Go in with a few men, get him, and get out. And Iâd appreciate it if you stayed home with the kids and be their mother while Iâm gone.â
She snatches her hand away from me, her eyes narrowing. âExcuse me? What is that supposed to mean?â
âIt means that I want to protect you.â I grit through clenched teeth. âThe last time you went in search of him alone, you came back with a stab woundâ
âAnd you came back, strapped to a stretcher with multiple gunshot wounds. Which is worse?â
A scoff escapes my mouth, a brow raising in challenge. âI am done with this conversation, Mirabella. I have made my decision and thereâs no changing it. You will stay at home and care for our children while I go out there and find the man whose only intention is to wreak havoc in our lives.
âYou think Iâm upset because you want to do this alone?â She chuckles, incredulous. âNo. 1 am upset because while you were unconscious for months, I singleâhandedly ran this family. I took care of the business, the children, and still made out time to take care of you. And now, you limit my abilities to only household duties. Itâs insulting.â
âWhen did I limit your abilities, Mirabella?â I ask, my breathing becoming erratic. I stare at her and she stares at me in silence while we sort to catch our breaths
After minutes have passed, and we both have found ourselves in a place of calm, I pull her onto me, lifting her so that sheâs straddling me. My fingers stroke through her mass of black hair, tucking wild strands behind her ears.
âI apologize for not making my point clear enough, baby,â I say on a whisper, reaching forward to smack a kiss on her lips, âI am afraid, afraid of letting that man near you again, afraid of the lengths heâd go this time around. If any of us should be harmed, Mirabella, then it should be me. donât need any more of this. Youâve had enough. I just want you to be okay and safe for me and for the children you love so much.â
Alone tear ropes down her cheek as she leans forward until her forehead is rested on mine. âMatteoâ¦
âPlease, Mirabella, I love you too much even the thought of putting you in harmâs way u me. Cook me a good meal and wait for my return, please.â
âYou prombe to return!â She aski
I nod against her forehead, whispering, âyesâ
âOkay, I stay. But if you donât return after three days, Iâll be coming to get you.
I chuckle. âThral