Page 60 of Stolen Christmas
I put in a call for all my people that I trust to be ready. There can be no fuck-ups. I just want Angel back safely. The fucking piece of shit can keep the money.
I get to the warehouse, but I’m not alone. I spot three of Torcello’s family members a block away. Before I go in, I stop. “Can I help you, gentlemen?”
“You have something of ours inside,” Carmine Torcello says.
“Would it be a tall blonde, white male with balls of brass and brains for mush?”
“They will be soon,” he says.
“You can have him as soon as I get my woman back. I have no need for him.”
I leave them and enter the warehouse. My men are on the lookout and spot him. Angel’s in danger, tied to one of the presses that has hot glue ready to be pressed together with the textile. What the fuck doesn’t know is that’s the one that’sbroken and it’s not going to work. Still, she could get shot if we shoot it out.
“I’ve got your money. You should take it and get the fuck out of my warehouse.”
“How did you get in here in the first place, Amos?” I ask, turning around to see the security guard who was here earlier and heard our conversation. He pretended to be a good man, but I saw that fucking gang tat. He isn’t on the straight and narrow.
“You got me. I needed money, and Fields explained that you could give me a good chunk for the proper leverage.”
“Sorry, Angel. It’s Christmas.” He walks over and snatches the bag I have ready for Fields and takes it over to the crooked cop. It’s a foolish move because Amos doesn’t get more than two feet from him when Fields blasts him in the chest.
“Gullible.” The dock doors open up, and Torcello and my men line the area.
“Whose gullible now.”
“You can take your prize.” They toss a bag over his head and zip-tie his hands, leading the fucker out of the building.
“By the way, my boss said no hard feelings, but he’d like to settle up. Call Fields a fair trade. I don’t want to see you guys sniffing around my family again.”
“I’ll let the boss know.”
“Happy New Year,” his other man says as they drag out their captive.
I run over to Angel and pull her off the conveyor belt and untie her. “Fucking hell, I really hate this place. I’m putting it up for sale next month,” I snarl, slamming my lips onto hers.
When I wrench my mouth away from hers, she asks, “Is it not profitable?”
“Oh, it’s extremely profitable.”
“Then there’s no reason to get rid of it, but I won’t show up here again unless it’s to do the hiring.” I burst out laughing, even though I still might sell this fucker.
“I love you, Angel, and that’s reason enough to get rid of it. It’s reason enough to make peace with my enemies. I don’t want a war if it means you’re in danger. Fuck, I spent the last few hours thinking I almost lost you. I’ll do anything and everything to keep you.”
“You love me?”
“So damn much. From the moment you turned around and gasped in the middle of the police station in your tiny stripper dress.”
“I love you too.”
“You do?”
“Despite everything, I can’t understand it myself, but I do. You’re my hero and my heart, Luca. Can you take me home?”
“Yes, Amore. Yes.”
Epilogue
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