“Why? So, you would worry that Massimo is out there, threatening our family? I’m taking care of it.”
Wincing, I shake my head. “I know that look. You’re leaving something out.”
Dante is silent for a long moment.
It stretches onward.
Is he really not going to answer me?
I climb off the desk and saunter toward the office door.
He grabs my wrist, pulling me back into his arms. “Where do you think you’re going, kitten?”
“To get answers. If you’re not going to give them to me, your men will.” I tug out of his grasp, but his hands fall to my waist, his touch warm, sensual.
I’ve been married long enough to know what he’s trying to do—distract me.
Dante may be their superior, but they fear me almost as much as they fear him. There isn’t much they keep from me, and whatever he’s hiding will come out.
“Massimo threatened Harper and Zeke. When Luca was assaulted at the cabin, he made a vow to tear apart the family.”
I back away, stumbling into the door. By the look on Dante’s face, he’s said everything that he’s kept silent about for months.
“He must be stopped.” My eyes glisten just thinking about that little boy, Zeke.
“It’s already been set into motion. Relax, kitten. I have it handled. Harper and Zeke are safe under our roof. We have two of the strongest men here to protect the family.” He’s referring to Moreno and himself.
It makes sense why Moreno stayed behind. Quite often, he’s leading the charge, with the capo following his orders.
“You sent our son to stop Massimo. He’ll get himself killed!”
Luca should have remained here as well, protecting his family, not fighting for ours. I storm out of the office and run into Moreno, who has the phone to his ear.
“Is my son on that call?” I interrupt, not caring that he ranks well above me.
I don’t follow the mafia chain of command.
Moreno’s gaze tightens on me. He covers the mouthpiece. “It’s Halsey, giving me an update. Would you like me to relay a message to Luca for you?”
“Tell Halsey if anything happens to my boy, he’s dead.”
“Nikki,” Dante’s voice is enchanting, but it doesn’t work on me. “Come back to the office. Let’s talk.”
I sway my hips, wandering to the stairs, and Dante hurries out of the office and pounces on me, not even letting me make it up the steps. He pulls me around to face him, his arms tightly wrapped around my body, keeping me from moving.
“You’re a fucking wild child.”
I smirk, well aware of what ticks him off. “What are you going to do about it?”
He growls and kisses me before throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me up two flights of stairs.
I’m surprised we make it to the hallway, but we don’t make it into the bedroom.
His mouth is on my neck, his fingers tearing at my clothes, desperate, frenzied, and fueled with passion.
Nineteen
Luca