We just don’t discuss it.
There’s no point.
I’m searching for which network he put the hit in.
Every few weeks, something happens, and we think we get closer to a clue, but so far, nothing has panned out. Which, in turn, makes me violent.
I want to kill someone, which is why Rafe has been doing most of the digging. I’ve kept myself busy murdering everyone who has ever wronged my uncle. I’ve been branded the family lunatic. A name I’ll happily wear if it means I can exercise my blood lust without bringing it home to my wife.
Tonight, Rafe walks into my office with a folder and a look that says he might make my day.
He drops the folder onto my desk with a shit-eating smile. “You owe me big.”
My fingers tap the wood twice. “If this is another dead-end, I’m going to gut you.”
“Easy there, killer. Save it for the real bad guys.”
I flip the folder open.
Inside are photos. A name is on a Post-it, attached to a grainy shot of a man. The next piece of paper has an address on it.
I look up slowly, meeting Rafe’s gaze. “What is this?”
“If my source is right, he’s part of it. One of the assassins. He took a contract to kill someone.”
My jaw tightens so hard my teeth ache. “Good. Because that means he might be going after Victoria since her contract is still active.”
I sit back and stare at the photos. “Tonight.”
Rafe’s brows lift. “Just us?”
I stand, shrugging into my jacket. “You want me to bring a parade? Maybe invite my uncle so he can personally execute me when he finds out the mess I got myself and Victoria in?”
Rafe follows me out of the office, boots thudding on the marble floors. “Matteo keeps asking where you keep disappearing to.”
I glance sideways at him, expression bored. “If my cousin is worried about me, he can ask me himself.”
Rafe snorts as we make our way outside. We don’t tell anyone we’re leaving. Not the guards. Not the staff. And especially not Victoria. I hate that part the most.
The only people in the world who know she’s here are the handpicked staff who have no loyalty to anyone but me.
No one who works for my uncle besides Rafe can know, but he knows the gravity of the situation and to keep his mouth shut, and my wife hidden.
The car ride is quiet, and I check my weapon twice to kill the time.
Rafe finally breaks the silence first. “You sure you’re ready to do this?”
My fingers tighten into a fist at the thought. “No. But I have no choice. Nothing can happen to her.”
My wife is in danger because of me, and she will only be safe because I’m willing to become worse than the men hunting her.
Because I will do whatever I have to.
Protecting her is my only concern.
Forty-five minutes later, we approach the address on the slip of paper Rafe gave me. We park two blocks away and walk the rest of the way.
The air is cold enough to sting, but I’m so revved up I barely notice. My blood pumps furiously in my veins, begging to kill everyone who will hurt Victoria.
