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Not good enough.
“Where?”
“The roof, brother,” he replies with a hard slap to my bicep as he urges me to walk forward. “I figured I’d get the interior sorted first rather than put her in the middle of a firefight.”
“You put my wife on the roof?” I bark out, pinning a glare on him. What the fuck?
“I didn’t put her anywhere,” Enzo states flatly. “She got to the roof all on her own.”
I shake my head. This wouldn’t be the first time my wife escaped out of a window. But now’s not the time to reminisce or speculate as to how she got out this time. “Catch me up.”
“Can’t,” he claims. “We need to go.”
Right.
I need to concentrate on getting the hell out of here. With my wife.
21
VICTORIA
Gunshots ring below and I’m not sure who’s shooting at who.
And I’m not going to look.
I’m currently lying face down on Angelo’s roof, afraid to peer over the edge and see what chaos is going on around me. I’m hoping it’s Dante’s friend but, from the sounds of it, I’m sure I’ve been dropped into a war zone.
The gunfire hasn’t stopped for the last several minutes. I’m terrified that I’ve made things worse somehow, or that things won’t go our way.
All I can do is lay low and wait for a sign that it’s safe to come down. No matter how long it takes.
I try my best to stay calm and think about anything else. Paris, Dante, getting this whole mob-shit over and done with and doing something magnificent with my life.
But with the constant shouts of men and the crack of gunshots, I’m surprised I haven’t heard sirens yet.
“Princess, I don’t know if I should be relieved or pissed.”
My head jerks to the side, immediately finding Dante waltzing toward me. He’s a massive target for anyone with eyes who bothers to look up.
“Get down,” I order quickly, unable to process that he’s here, that he’s alive, because any second now he won’t be. “You’re going to get shot.”
He lifts a brow, still striding toward me with purpose in dark eyes. His black dress slacks and white button-up shirt have seen better days, and somewhere along the way he lost his suit jacket. He looks like an exhausted mess, but the sight of him still warms me up from the inside out. “Is that any way to greet your husband?”
Maybe not under normal circumstances.
However, we are in the middle of a battle right now.
“Dante, please get down,” I beg, patting the shingles beside me.
He drops to his knees and gently drags me upward, keeping me close to his body as he cups my face with his palm. “What happened? Tell me everything, Victoria.”
“What?” I mentally shake myself out of my shocked stupor to focus on the here and now. “Did Enzo come? Is he the one shooting?”
Dante nods. “Yes. He’s here.” I sigh in relief. “Good girl, princess. You did exactly what I told you to do.”
“I couldn’t get down to run,” I confess. “There were too many men and I didn’t have a straight shot out.”
“So you climbed to the roof?”
