The total silence only grated on him and set Giancarlo on edge. Ezio, his youngest brother, was the only one who usually managed to get past his security measures. But perhaps Tueur was just as good as staying invisible?
Jealousy clawed at his chest as sickening images from Giancarlo's nightmares started playing back in his mind.
Sarica in a shower with Tueur—-
Sarica moaning the other man's name—-
And Tueur smiling at him as he made Giancarlo's girl come.
He wanted to smash his fist against the desk.
Punch another hole in the wall.
Anything to unleash the violence inside of him.
But this time...Giancarlo did none of it.
This time, even though despair and hopelessness still held him back—-
He was able to hear God's voice a little more clearly this time.
And it was enough to help Giancarlo hold back and stay still.
One day at a time.
That was the only kind of hope Giancarlo could give himself.
One day, he would learn to forget her again.
And then he could go back to simply...existing.
"Sir?"
His security chief had entered his office.
"Should we continue surveillance?"
"Yes."
Because it would always be Giancarlo's responsibility to keep Sarica safe...even when she was no longer his.
His security chief left, and he was alone again in his office. He rose to his feet and gazed out of his window. The earthy splendor of Kivr's capital was impossible to deny, but it was the wintry beauty of Boston that his heart bled for. The people ofthis kingdom had been good to him, but it washispeople—-hisfamiglia—-that his soul longed for.
I want to go back, God.
You can.
But how?
How can I go back when I'll never be whole again?
SARICA TILTED HER FACEtoward the sun, letting the warmth sink into her skin. Kivr's capital was a fascinating blend of old and new. Skyscrapers rising behind ancient stone walls. Wide streets shared by both camel caravans and sports cars. And women in either traditional robes or dresses launched in the most recently concluded Fashion Week in Paris.
There was so much to look at and admire, but because she was now an adult in her mid-twenties—-
Grrrr.
Her mind only had space for the Prince of Killers, who had not refrained from biting her head off in the video message he had sent her this morning.
