Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
I look up at him and smile. “I’m fine. Just a little tired.”
“You want to head back?”
“No, not yet. I want to go into that shop across the street when Emilia is done in here.”
Mario groans. “They might be closed by the time she gets done fucking around in here.”
I snicker. “Spoken like a true husband.”
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
I roll my eyes. “You love waiting around to see what she tries on. Stop complaining like you don’t.”
“Only when I get to help her out of it in the dressing room before we leave. Can’t do that with you here.” He winks at me.
“Oh no. You stay here with your wife. I’m going to that shop.”
“Rico would want us with you. Just hold on a sec.”
I give him a pointed look. “Mario, this is me. I’ll be fine. I’m just going right across the street.”
“Nope. Not happening.”
“Mario, can you come help me real quick?” Emilia calls.
“Hang on, babe.” He looks at me. “Don’t move. We’ll be right back, and we’ll all go together.”
I laugh and shake my head. Knowing Rico would lose his shit on Mario if anything happened to me, I stay put. If I have as much as a paper cut, Rico would threaten to shoot Mario if not act on it.
I begin to look through the racks. Nothing has caught my attention. The things in this place aren’t my style.
I’m surprised Emilia found anything in here she likes. A strange aroma hits my nostrils, my stomach begins to feel queasy, and I feel lightheaded for a second. I knit my brows.
What’s going on with me? I shake my head to clear it, but that makes me feel like I’m going to pass out. I stumble to the nearest shelf and reach out to hold myself up.
That’s when my brain begins to kick into overdrive. I pull my phone and open my calendar. My mouth pops open when I see my cycle is late.
Oh my God, Rico might already have his wish. Excitement fills me. I can’t wait to get back to the villa to tell him.
Maybe we can find a test before we head back. That same scent hits me again. I need some fresh air.
I step out of the shop to gulp down some fresh air. I’m only going to stand out here until Mario and Emilia are done. My stomach settles as I wait and scroll through my phone.
Going to my contacts, I think to text Rico the news. I decide against that and close my phone to head back inside.
Feeling like I’m being watched, I glance across the street. Mason Sullivan is standing there with his eyes on me. My blood boils.
I reach into my bag as he starts across the street toward me. We lock eyes and he has the nerve to smile at me like we’re still old friends. I wrap my hand around the handle of my gun.
“Hey, Oni. You look great.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
I go to put my gun to his belly and give him a new hole to leak from. However, something stabs me in the neck, and my vision starts to fade as my body grows heavy. Next thing I know, I’m falling forward face-first.
Rico
My chest heaves as my cousins hold me back. I look at the marks around Mario’s neck and growl. He had one job.
One fucking job. I flop onto my ass on the floor. I can’t believe this is happening.
“We’re sorry, Rico. We’re so sorry. We’re going to get her back,” Emilia sobs.
“We don’t have time for this. I was lucky enough to get into the only working cam on that street, but I lost them from there.
“I called in a favor to see what else I could find. They left the island. We need to head home where I can dig and find some answers,” Fredo says.
“Who the fuck are they?” I seethe.
“The Sullivan brothers,” Fredo replies.
“I want everyone on this. Find her in the next twenty-four hours, or I’m going to start killing people. Starting with those who failed me.”
“Rico, is that necessary?” Emilia whispers.
I don’t answer. I get up and go to pack my and my wife’s things. When I get to our room, I see the dress I laid out for her for our surprise evening.
I only sent her shopping so I could get things ready for a romantic evening. She thought I was trying to slip in some work, but I needed to meet with the coordinator about the chef, flowers, and the decor. I wanted everything to be perfect.
I’m holding on by a thread, knowing those bastards have my wife. Something has to be wrong for them to have been able to take her. Oni is no damsel.
She wouldn’t have gone down without a fight. This fact worries me the most. I grab her head wrap and bring it to my nose.