My phone rings. My gut tightens when I see the caller ID.
Pressing the phone to my ear, I make my way back to my car with long strides. “Ulysses?”
“Is the meeting over?”
“We’ve just wrapped it up.”
“How did it go?” His tone is dry. “Is he alive?”
“Yes,” I bite out. “He didn’t give me anything of value. He denied knowing any of them.”
Not that I expected much, but I’ve laid down a just cause for war. It’s a well-known fact that Skripchenko uses the mercenaries for his dirty work. If he knows something or is involved with the people who abducted Tatiana and he chooses to keep his mouth shut, no one will blame me if I take him out.
“But you didn’t call me to ask how my meeting went.” I stop next to the car. Ulysses isn’t a man for idle chat. He never calls unless there’s a problem. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s Mrs. Morici.”
I freeze, dread filling my veins. “What happened?”
“She saw you at the Italian restaurant.”
“Fuck.” I yank the door open and get inside. “Why the fuck didn’t you call me?”
“Because I knew you’d react like this, and you needed to keep your cool for that meeting.”
My men follow suit, slamming the doors when they’re in the car.
I start the engine. “Where is she?”
“At the house.”
“Keep her there,” I grunt out before ending the call and flooring the gas.
Chapter
Thirty-Three
Tatiana
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The slamming of the front door makes me jump where I’m brushing my hair in front of the bathroom mirror. A moment later, Dante appears in the door frame, looking pissed off as hell. His tie is askew, and his hair is disheveled.
Watching me in the mirror, he stalks to me. I shiver when he stops with his chest against my back.
He bends down and kisses the shell of my ear. The act is tender, but the words he whispers are harsh. “Missed me?”
I tilt my head sideways, pulling away from his touch. “I thought you’d be home much later.”
“Where’s Noah?”
“In bed.”
Leaning his palms on the vanity on either side of my body, he cages me in. “Did he ask for me?”
I turn in his arms and crane my neck to meet his eyes. “What do you think?”
He trails his gaze over my face. “I had a business meeting.”
