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I’d knocked him over and turned his own gun on him. He’d damned me to hell, and I’d told him he’d be there in a few seconds. I pulled the trigger twice.

I wanted to empty the gun into the bastard, but I’d heard Mil’s scream and I’d known they needed me. The life had left my father, and I’d like to imagine that the world — our world — had finally gotten to him. He’d finally cracked and lost control; he’d started becoming careless and had thought himself a deity, when in all reality, maybe he’d just wanted to get caught, maybe he’d wanted someone to end his miserable existence. After all, you can only live and kill for so long, until you want to be in the cold wet ground.

“Joe was some help.” I sniffed. After Joe had explained to the doctors about our hunting accident, he’d sat in the corner and spilled his guts.

They had been desperate. The feds were sniffing around, offering them deals if they’d give information on the other families.

And then the feds had discovered the prostitution ring.

“It was bad.” I sighed. “Most girls who went through The Cave didn’t make it out alive. The ones who did were sold to the highest bidder and usually dead within the first year. They were all underage — it was why they earned so much money. Underage girls earned more than older women.”

“Sick bastards,” Nixon muttered under his breath.

“It gets worse.” I flinched and explained. “My father helped them get the girls. He wasn’t just finding them off the streets. He was taking them from some of the more prominent families in Italy and then offering them for ransom. If the family could afford the payoff, the girl would be raped and returned. If not, then the girl was sold. The De Langes used it as a way to earn back the money they’d lost.”

“Why would Vito help?”

“He took the girls from families who refused to pay for the protection of the Campisi family. It was to teach them a lesson. Then he’d look like the hero when he returned the girl. Then he’d ask them to keep making their payments. After all, he’d say, it’s a dangerous world.”

“Did Joe try to get out?”

I looked around the corner at Joe, who was sitting next to Mil. “He says the minute Mil’s father told him everything he threatened to come to one of the families.”

“And?”

“His wife was found dead the next day. Suicide.”

Nixon swore. “When will it end?”

I shook my head. “Who knows? But at least the monster is gone. Cut off the head…”

“Let’s hope he was the head.” Nixon nodded. “Otherwise, I imagine more nights like this. We need a vacation.”

At that I laughed. “Since when was the last time you took a vacation? Try never. Do you even know what that means? And you can’t bring your gun.”

“I know.” His eyes were trained on Trace. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. Jealously flared to life. Not because of Trace, but because of Mo. I could never have her, and she could never know the real reason. I truly believed myself to be cursed. After all, my father’s blood ran through my veins. That alone made me scum to her. And she deserved more than that; any future children deserved more than that. I was killing the bad seed. Cutting off my own head. I wasn’t going to get married. I refused to have children. It wasn’t happening. It just… it wasn’t.

“I think I may try it.”

“Try what?” I asked, lost in my own thoughts of Mo and how sexy she’d look in a wedding dress.

“A vacation.”

I rolled my eyes.

Nixon smacked me in the arm. “I’m serious. But I think it will be more of a honeymoon.”

“Huh?”

“We are in Vegas,” he muttered then got up and walked over to Trace.

Hmm.

Mil

I wanted to smack Chase on the head then kiss him senseless. I was trying to figure out which one to do first when his eyes flickered open.

“Hey,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Stop eye-screwing me. I’m in a hospital bed and defenseless. Show a little decorum.” His smile was loving as he reached out his hand.

I took it in mine. And burst into tears.

“Aw, baby.” He pulled me close. “Come here.”

“You almost died!”

“I told you I would take a bullet for you.”

“Not funny. You took three!” I sniffled. “You hear that, Chase?” I smacked his arm. “Not funny, damn it!”

“Ouch!” He rubbed his arm. “I did almost die!”

I started sobbing all over again.

“Too soon?” He winced.

“You think?” I wiped my tears and tried to lie down next to him without pulling out his IV. Those things always freaked me out. Blood freaked me out, but only my own.

“What can I do to make it better?” He kissed my hair. “I could sing you a song, but I have a crap voice.”

“Are you on a morphine drip?” I asked.

“Don’t be sad, don’t you cry…” Chase started singing. “Wait, I forgot the words.”

“Because it’s not a real song, and you’re high.”

“I feel no pain!” He pumped his fist in the air. “Well, that’s not true. Physically I feel no pain, and yes, for some stupid reason I want to sing to you. What can I say? It sounds like a good idea. But my heart…” He sighed. “Damn, it hurts.”

“Should I call the doctor?” I started to get up, but he pulled me gently back into the curve of his warm body.

“No, I think I know the cure.”

“What?” I whispered.

“You.” His eyes fluttered closed. “I never want to be without you again, okay? And I swear, I’m getting you a damn bulletproof vest after today.”

“That would look too obvious.”

“I’ll freaking wrap you in bubble tape with a bulletproof vest. I don’t care if you look like a circus freak.” Chase snorted. “I can’t lose you.”

“You were the one who almost left me…” I cupped his face. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Fine.” He yawned, his eyes still closed. I traced his strong jaw then dipped my hands into his dark shaggy hair. Even on a hospital bed, he looked like a freaking underwear model with tattoos. “I saw your face.”

“What?”

“I didn’t want to go toward the light.” His brow furrowed. “But I kept seeing your face, and I told myself I would die trying to reach it.”

A few tears streamed down my face before I could wipe them away. “I’m glad you succeeded.”

“Me too.”

We lay in silence until his breathing deepened. I knew he needed his sleep. He’d only gotten out of surgery a few hours before, but I hadn’t been able to wait to see him. He was my life — the other part of my soul. I never imagined love would feel like this — it was wrecking me. Making me feel like I wasn’t the same person I’d been a few weeks ago.

I kissed his forehead and laughed. “Some honeymoon.”

“Viva Las Vegas,” he whispered hoarsely, lifting his fist into the air. I rolled my eyes and bumped it.

“Sleep.”

“Will you be here when I wake up?”

“Always.” I swore. “I will always be there when you open your eyes.”

“Good.” He smiled, eyes still closed, and drifted off to sleep again.

“How is he?” a male voice said behind me.

I knew it was Nixon, just from the way the air stirred around me; he had a way of causing tension to build in a room until you wanted to slam your head against the wall.

“Tired.” I cleared my throat.

“Can we talk?”

“Depends.” I turned around and stuffed my hands in my jeans pockets. “Are you planning on threatening me or shooting me again?”

Nixon’s face broke out into a gorgeous smile, his white teeth sparkling against his dark skin and lip ring. I almost took a step back. I’d only ever seen him save his smiles for Trace, and now that I’d received one, I kind of wanted to keep it forever. It changed his entire demeanor.

“Come here,” he whispered.

Slowly I walked over to the door.

In an instant I was in his arms. He was hugging me tight. After the shock wore off, I was able to relax in his bulky frame. He towered over me. I laid my head against his chest and sighed, feeling the need to cry a bit.

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