Chapter 62 - Ryker

The man looked like hell. While most of me rejoiced at the fact, I couldn't help but wince in sympathy. I'd been on the receiving end of the Amatucci brothers' love for Willow. How much worse had it been when one of their own had endangered her? Not that he hadn't deserved every inch of pain and bruising.

Angelo stalked over to the front door like a silent, deadly wraith. Not even his shoes made noise on the cement floor. He shut the door with a quiet snick.

The rest of the Amatucci family seemed to pull in a collective breath and hold it.

I looked at them, met each of their gazes.

Maria's was the only one that didn't have my death promised in the dark gaze. In fact, I'd never seen that combination of emotions on a face at one time. Disappointment tinged with satisfaction and sorrow. Must be a parent thing.

I was going to catch some heat for my role in the current situation. Although technically it had been Massimo who spilled the full can of beans, I had opened said ca