Page 27 of Unruly Protector
The limo comes to a stop and Gian opens the door for us.We’re standing in front of a large warehouse but I don’t get to take in my surroundings because Clemente is guiding me inside.
Arturo and Leandro are leaning against the wall until they notice us.Well, notice me.They glance at each other and when their eyes land on me again they both give me a reassuring grin.
Leandro shoots me a wink and says, “Are you sure this pre-wedding-gift is a smart thing to do, boss?”
“Not a gift, Leandro,” Clemente snaps and gives my hip a squeeze when he says, “This is foreplay for us.”
I can’t help but laugh.
“Too much information, boss,” Arturo fake grumbles and shakes his head.“Too.Fucking.Much.”
“He’s not talking,” Leandro states, easily switching to business they need to tend to.
Clemente places a kiss against my temple and moves forward, Leandro falls in step next to him while they talk.
Arturo comes up beside me and whispers, “Everything okay?”
This guy had my friendship the moment he stood up for Donya and helped me get her out of the situation she was in.And it turned out to be the perfect match for both of them.Kinda like a blind date.Well, not so much blind—he did see a picture up front—but they are a great match for sure.
I give him a beaming smile.“I’m getting married today.”
He shoots me a grin back and shakes his head right after.“You should be over at Gracy’s house, getting all pretty and shit.I dropped Donya off with them before I got here.”
“We have three more hours before we need to be at the altar.I have my time, and my priorities straight,” I tell him as we come to a stop in front of Daniel, who is tied to a chair.
“Hold my purse,” I snap when anger overtakes me.
Arturo catches my purse—which I basically throw at him—as I launch forward, ready to head for the throat of the asshole who killed Mattia and wanted me dead along with it.
But instead a strong arm catches me by the waist and I’m pulled against Clemente’s hard chest.“Not yet,mia cara.”
The way he says those words right next to my ear makes me aware he’s both proud and turned on.Which might be crazy for some people but I do have to admit, desire is also humming through my body when he turns his voice all husky while I’m plastered against his body.
“Gotta love it when my woman is out for blood,” Clemente adds on a chuckle, but at the same time it’s a taunt directed to Daniel.“But first we need to have a little chat.”
“I have nothing to say to you,” Daniel snaps and adds on a sneer, “And I sure as fuck don’t fear any whore.”
Clemente’s body goes rigid.
I instantly turn in his arms and take his face in my hands.“Darling?Please tell me I can give him a little pinch.”
Clemente’s murderous gaze slowly drags away from Daniel and it shifts to curiosity when it hits me.It’s just a tiny nod of his head before his arm leaves my body, giving me his blessing to do what I want.
Glancing around, I notice a sports bag unzipped.When I get closer, I can clearly see all the tools shoved in there.I have never witnessed torture sessions, though I did have some explained to me in detail during the conversations I had with Clemente’s uncle.The man always had a glint of excitement in his eyes when he’d talked about it.
I never understood why, until now.It’s personal.What I went through is something all these men have experienced at one point in time, or something similar for that matter.It lights up different kinds of emotions and it allows your morals to shift.
The man in front of me took another man’s life right before my eyes.Someone I grew up with and who was protecting me, and he simply killed him with a twitch of his finger.
My attention goes to utility pliers and I wrap my fingers around them and move toward Daniel.I can feel Clemente’s gaze on me and this somehow makes me feel stronger.
“You know,” I start, and snatch Daniel’ earlobe with the pliers.“You were a dead man before you waltzed into the bathroom with murder on your mind.”I yank and twist at the same time ripping half his ear.
The sight of blood, nor his screams, bother me.
I glance over my shoulder at Clemente.“Darlin?Can you call Beck Roman for me?I think he’s allowed to give a few last words to this asshole before we end Daniel, don’t you think?”
Clemente shoots me another proud grin and grabs his phone.He taps it a few times and Beck’s voice flows through the air in greeting.Daniel is furiously glaring at me.
