He stared at me for a few seconds before he sighed. He took out a handkerchief from his suit pocket and cleaned me up some. He stuck it back in his pocket, then took my hand, keeping me close, and opened the door.
Chapter14
Saverio
Iopened the door to find Matteo standing on the other side. Our group and my sister were with him.
He looked between me and Mia before he nodded—time to move.
The crowd was thick. We had to move through it to get to the exit. Mostly everyone was dancing. I set Mia in front of me. If someone touched her, I was bringing this party to a fucking halt. I didn't have eyes in the back of my head, so she stayed in front of me. Matteo was in front of her, my sister next to him, and Mariano next to her. The rest of our men fanned out to put some distance between us and the gyrating crowd.
Mia happened to look over her shoulder as a woman slipped her hand over my shoulder. She was following me, trying to rub her body against mine as we moved.
Before I could stop her, Mia took the woman's hand, bending her fingers back. The woman screeched, then screamed things I didn't understand while I pried Mia's fingers from hers.
I kept a firmer grip on her hips after that. Despite where we were and what Mia had done, a grinned tugged at my lips.
We'd never been in a situation like this before, and I had no idea how territorial she'd be. I should have known, though. It was in her nature. The Fausti blood was coming out in her. A lioness. A fierce fucking lioness who risked her life to see if I was messing around.
More pressure from all sides. The crowd was too thick. We needed to get to that exit door, so I could take an easy breath again.
A few women danced around Matteo and Mariano, slipping in between us, and somehow, we slowed a few steps behind. As if someone had cut us off in traffic.
A big motherfucker moved in front of Mia. She went to sidestep, but I moved her to my side.
She moved only for me—in all ways.
Not catching the hint, or too loaded to care, he went to grab her. I got to him first. I pulled him by the lapels of his suit jacket, my head crashing into his with such force, his mask cracked. He stumbled back a bit and then came after me.
Some of his friends crowded around us, trying to herd me in.
That was when all hell broke loose. A man hit me on the side of the head with a bottle—the big motherfucker or who knew. The glass shattered in all different directions. I caught a glimpse of Mia putting a hand to her chest, then pulling back a smear of blood.
That was all I saw. Her blood. Something inside of my head snapped. Then a voice was pulling me out of the fog I was in, but it took me a minute to focus on it.
Mia.
She was calling my name.
The entire place was a madhouse. Fights had broken out everywhere.
“Saverio,” she said, “you're going to kill him.Stop.”
I still had the guy who had hit me with the bottle by the shirt, my fist in mid-punch. A bunch of guys were knocked out around him. They kept coming at me, and I kept swinging, while always going back for him.
He made mine bleed. It was unforgivable.
Her dress was soaked with it, staining the lavender.
That was when my eyes found the hand that kept trying to staunch the wound. Elio. She kept waving his hand off while staring at me.
When I hit him, he fell to the floor but recovered quickly. We collided, and the only thing that stopped me from seriously wounding him was Matteo. He and Mariano had somehow broken us apart, and Vincenzo was telling us in Italian to move. Club security was starting to break things up. We’d shut the place down.
I picked Mia up, carrying her through the throngs of people trying to get out. My sister was with Matteo. He was moving people out of his way by sheer force alone. We all were.
We'd driven but parked on the fringe of woods that surrounded the property. We took what equaled to burner cars, nothing that could be traced.
“Evelina’s car,” Mia said. “Will they—”
