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JEREMY'S POV I land on Tuscany soil the next day and it's almost sunset. I need to get into Guerrero's compound before sundown to get a feel of the layout so I call Malakai and he answers on the fourth ring with a yawn. “Who's this?” He says groggily. “Who do you think, Kai?” I pinch the bridge of my nose, masking my annoyance. “Oh shit!” Something crashes, I hear a deep curse and he clears his throat, “When did you land?” “About an hour ago.” Another yawn, “What kept you so long? It's like seven in the morning back here.” “Customs and something wrong with my passport. Why don't you ask me about the weather?” I ask with a calm I don't feel and he falls for it. “Oh yeah, how's the weathe—” “I don't care about the fucking weather Kai.” I snap, my voice high and depicting waves of rage, and the people moving around me turn and stare with wide eyes. “Whoa, you better calm down tiger, I see two airport security heading your way.” “Where's the nearest exit?” “You couldn't even f
JOJO'S POV The morning of my wedding comes with a shuddering shriek. I bolt upright on the bed in confusion, turning left and right for my bedmate. Another ear-splitting shriek has my eyes shooting to the bathroom door. I dash to the locked door and bang it open with my foot to see Katrina curled up on the cold floor with her eyes slammed shut, writhing in pain and mumbling garbled words. I trudge back to the room and grab the blanket, then back towards Katrina’s sleeping form. Every step closer to a door is a strong reminder that I'm the cause of her pain. That I should never have let her walk out of the room. That I should've protected her like I promised. I gently cover her with the blanket and she shivers as the warmth envelopes her skin. I hold her hands and squeeze as I settle beside her and tremors rack my bones as I sob silently. Tears stream down my face to the tiled floor with a useless splat. Tears for who I was Tears for what I let happen to me. Tears for what I'm ab
JOJO'S POV According to the script Madame Silva sent, I'm supposed to meet the bridegroom at the venue entrance, then we'll walk into the hall together to the altar and the alliance will officially begin. I'm striding to the entrance of the wedding hall in the black gown with the white veil covering my face when a hand pulls me into what looks like a supply room and the door slams shut. I come face to face with Uncle Will— my father and his eyes have that intense gleam that he always gets when he's scheming something mischievous. He looks at me and inhales sharply as he drinks in my appearance. “What are you doing here?” I ask stiffly, subconsciously ticking all the personal hygiene boxes in my need to know why he's gawking at me like that. He heaves out a dry cough and takes my hand. “The gown's fitting for the occasion.” He comments dryly. “I'm glad you approve of my wardrobe, Father.” I spite, reminding him that I haven't forgotten or forgiven him. “I know you're doing this
JOJO'S POV Madame Silva stands and my hope dashes to quicksand as she opens her mouth, “You can skip that part, Father.” The priest doesn't look too happy about it but he forges onto the next question. (Priest) “Are you prepared, as you follow the path of marriage, to love and honor each other for as long as you both shall live? Madame Silva stands again and I blurt out, “I am.” Jeremy is staring at me in shock when I subtly step on his foot prompting him to answer the question and he answers with a solemn voice. “I am.” The priest nods his approval and looks down at his book. (Priest) “Since it is your intention to enter the covenant of Holy Matrimony, join your right hands, and declare your consent before God and his Church.” We stand there awkwardly until the priest leans towards Jeremy. “Take her hand.” He whispers. “He looks like he hasn't touched a girl all his life!” A soldier hoots and the hall erupts in boisterous laughter even the servants are chuckling quietly.
JEREMY'S POV I stalk into the north wing of the mansion and note how empty it is given the amount of soldiers has doubled in the last hour. and I need a way out of here. I need more gun power. And I need to get out of this fucking onesie. I curse as I rip the stupid thing from my body and leave the empty gun on the floor as I peruse the rooms on each side of the hallway. You made a stupid decision Kila, my head taunts. Coming back to this death trap without asking for a proper identification. What if the maid's dead? Or the guards took her? You didn't even ask for the room number or the girl's description? Fuck. What if Josephine sent me on a wild goose chase because she still hates me and wants me dead? What if she’s hoping the guards would catch me in my search for her non-existent maid and make her a widow? At least then she can go back to the States free from everything that has to do with Mafia life. Focus Kila. I open the third door on the right side and my lips tilt upwa
JOJO'S POV My smile grows wider as Jeremy groans and I blink away the speck that landed on my eyelash. I see Katrina in his arms and my throat dries up. I clear my throat and jerk my head, “Come on, I think I found a way out of here.” I grab his hand and we start booking it to the foyer when a fresh batch of soldiers march in from the opposite direction and Jeremy tugs me out of the way just in time. “Your plan is through the front porch?” He asks with a bewildered expression. I shrug, “It worked before.” “That was before your solo mission became a two-and-a-half men mission and—” I press my forefinger to his lips, effectively cutting off his tirade. “Thank you,” I whisper and give him a soft kiss on the cheek. “For what?” His voice drifts like he's in a daze. “For finding her.” His brows furrow and I want to smoothen them out, “Who?” “Katrina.” His frown goes deeper, “But I couldn't find her. I saw this one—he nudges Katrina's sleeping form—walking straight to her d
JEREMY'S POV I can't believe she came back. And now her leg is broken. Why the fuck would she come back? To kill me herself? because if that is then she's doing a pretty amazing job. I grunt as I carry the sleeping girl towards the poppy fields and I turn back to see the limping silhouette of Josephine as she hollers after me. Why the hell is she shouting? Doesn't she know we aren't in the clear yet? I swear she's trying to kill me. I shift away from the path, lay the sleeping girl on the cushion of the poppies, crouch down next to her, and wait. As Josephine comes barreling forward I jump in front of her. A shriek tears from her lip as she flails backward in surprise and I grab her arm and tug her to my chest. There's a blessed silence as she rests against me for one, two, three… and she goes ballistic. “What the hell did you do that for?!” She yells as she punches the same chest she'd just been resting on. The same chest that's riddled with a bullet wound. She's trying to
JOJO'S POV Jeremy slumps face down to the ground after pointing at something and muttering words in Russian and I jump back in fright. Katrina rouses and we flip him over. Yep, he's out cold. In the middle of our conversation. The sun is on the horizon and Katrina points in the same direction Jeremy had pointed before slumping. “The giant blades.” She gasps and I follow her line of sight. The chopper. It's about a mile away and we run towards it as best as we can. She's holding her ribs and grimacing with each step while I hobble slash hop, wincing at the twinge of pain that radiates from my leg with each move. Once we're close enough, she starts yelling and I join her, hollering for anyone around but we don't see anyone. Until Sheryln steps out from a barricade of poppies with a long farming stick. Our shouts double and our energy is refueled as she starts running towards us. “We thought we lost you.” Sherilyn cries as she engulfs me in a hug. “You left me!” I accuse, shrugg