“Okay, it wasn’t my fault.”
Never a good sign.
“Lany,” I almost growled.
“I was sitting in the car with Vinnie and the others when I received a text message from Lyn letting me know there was trouble back here at the house. The kids are here, Sal. I had to do something.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because you were busy rescuing my mother, which was a distraction technique by the way. Fernandez purposely had his people kidnap my mother to get you and your team to leave the estate.”
My brow flickered. “Fernandez?”
Lany snorted as he crossed his arms over his chest and jutted out his chin, gesturing behind me. “Hector Fernandez, better known as Anton Gambino, Viggo Marcus, Eben Juarez, and Eduardo Salazar.”
My eyes rounded as I glanced over my shoulder. Dmitri and Brant stood over a man on his knees, his hands cuffed in front of him, and it was a man I recognized very well. He had tried to sell my husband.
“Eben Juarez is really Hector Fernandez?”
That would explain a lot.
“Yeah.” Lany nodded. “I’ve already put in a call to Supervisory Special Agent Crenshaw to come pick him up. I imagine the DEA would like to pick his brain. Hopefully, they’ll be doing it for a very long time.”
“Aren’t you worried he’ll make a deal and get out so he can come after you?”
Lany smirked. “Hey, Fernandez, do you plan to make a deal with the feds so you can come after me?”
The man in question rapidly shook his head. “I swear I will tell them anything they want to know about my drug business, my black-market slave auctions, the Fernandez cartel, everything.” Fernandez raised his head and glared at Lany, equal parts terrified and enraged. “Just keep him away from me.”
I slowly panned back to my love. “What did you do to him, caro?”
Lany shrugged. “I don’t know why he’s freaking out. I just had a conversation with him.”
Everyone pretty much snorted at that one.
“When we made it inside,” Vinnie stated, “Fernandez was on his knees begging for someone to cuff him.”
I glanced at Lany. “You scared him into submission?”
Was that like a new interrogation technique or something?
“I didn’t do anything except talk to him.” Lany pointed to the ripped material in the center of the tactical vest he was wearing. “He, on the other hand, shot me.”
My eyes narrowed. As soon as I stood up and turned, people started shouting. I was able to take two steps before I was grabbed.
“You can’t kill him, Sal,” Marcus started. “It’s against the law.”
“I’ll do the time,” I spit out, trying to take another step, intent on getting to Fernandez. He’d tried to kill my baby. I wasn’t going to allow him to live.
When I took another step, dragging Marcus along with me, Burke and Clarke raced over and grabbed me.
I still took another step.
I was stopped by a pint-sized sex kitten’s arms wrapping around me, his warm body pressing into mine. “Sal, you can’t. I know you want to, and believe me I want to also, but you really can’t. I need you here with me and the kids, not locked up in some prison.”
That might have been the only thing to stop my manic rage.
“Jerry?”
