Page 80 of Explosive Union

Killian turns the volume down, and I sigh. "Fucking Italians," I mutter. "Always so flashy."

Hayes shakes his head. "Why have they always got to blow shit up?"

"I've no idea," I snap, pissed that Rocco's bringing so much attention to himself.

"Well, at least the cops will be all over that," Da says. "Meaning we've got about a two-hour window to get this fucker and get back, before the cops are on our doorstep."

"You should call your husband," Killian tells me. "The last thing we need is him not at home when they come calling."

"Relax," Hayden says, his head against the headrest and his eyes closed. "I've spoken to him. He'll meet us at the bar."

I scowl at my brother. "And why is he doing that?" I don't want him here. Hell, I'd have preferred if none of them came with me. But for him to have Rocco there, it's more than I can bear.

"He's your husband," he says as though that makes a difference.

"You shouldn't have told him. Let me guess, Tweedledum and Tweedledee are also with him?"

He shrugs, not once looking at me. "I didn't ask."

"Of course you didn't," I hiss as I slam my hand down onto his thigh. "Next time, keep your damn nose out of my business."

"You'll thank me when all is said and done."

I highly doubt that. I stay silent for the rest of the car ride, unsure of what to even say right now.

"Whose bright idea was it to have this prick brought here?" Da questions.

"That would be Hayden's," Hayes replies. "It has to be one of his better ideas," he says reluctantly.

Hayden's deep chuckle makes me smile. "This is a way to draw those bastard Masters out."

I hope he's right. Bringing Greaves to the Masters' bar that's currently under construction and leaving his dead corpse there should be enough to bring those bastards out of the woodwork.

When we arrive at the bar, I’m not in the least bit surprised to find my husband standing against a car with his arms crossed over his chest, both Elio and Dario beside him.

“Thought you were sleeping?” he rumbles as I walk up to him.

"Did you now?" I ask with a smirk. “Bless your heart.”

He glares at me, his eyes narrowing as he wraps his arm around my waist. "You know damn well that I thought you were asleep,” he growls in my ear.

I shrug. He really should know me better than that. "Have fun?"

He smiles wildly at me, his eyes full of mischief. "Mia cara, I’ve had my fun, and now it's time for you to have yours."

We walk into the bar together, him at my side, my family right behind us.

“So, did the fucker have anything to say?" I ask, wondering if Rocco managed to get anything out of him before he killed him.

The way his body tenses tells me he did, and I have a pretty good idea what was said, given the fact that both Elio and Dario are looking at me like they know what's happened. I ignore them and carry on walking. I’m angry, beyond furious, that once again people know my business without me telling them.

"It doesn't matter," he says softly. "Tonight, you get your revenge. You get to take back the power that was stolen from you. Then,Mia cara, I will take you home and I will make good on my promise."

Damn this man. How does he always manage it? I get pissed at him and he somehow makes me smile. "I'm looking forward to it. But first, someone needs to learn that no means no."

The further I walk into this construction site of a bar, the more my anticipation builds. The bar has been completely gutted. There are no tables, a few stools, and booths remain. The bar is gone, and most of the walls have disappeared. The Masters must have big plans for these renovations. I'm not even a little bit sad that I'm about to wreck them. Once this body is found, the construction is going to be shut down, and unfortunately, the poor Masters will not be able to continue rebuilding. It's a win-win.

“Ah, the man of the hour,” I say as I step forward and see the piece of shit sitting before me, his arms tied behind his back, his feet strapped to the chair, and a blindfold over his eyes.