She had seen him in the all black suit earlier, thinking he somehow looked more dangerous than usual, but now he looked absolutely fucking terrifying.
Lucca didn’t even look to the boss, giving out his own orders without consulting his father. “Put your guns down,” he ordered his men with a voice so deadly that not only his men put down their guns, but the Lucianos lowered their weapons out of fear.
With the threat of an almost war breaking out, Drago’s eyes went to the table they were hiding behind until they fell on hers, peeking out from behind it.
“Is he coming over here?” she asked, seeing him start to walk their way.
“I think so,” Adalyn told her before glancing over at her to give her a sympathetic look.
“I don’t like the way he’s fucking looking at her,” Matthias said and looked at the other end of the table to his twin.
“Me either,” Elle admittedly whispered.
Lake reached over to pat her hand. “It’s going to be a rough night for you, sweetie.”
Kat swallowed as she hunkered down behind the table, no longer able to watch the bodyguard stalk closer.
“Fuck that.” Adalyn moved closer to her. “We need to all protect her. We can’t keep letting these men run over us.”
Nodding, Lake moved closer to her as well. “Where the hell is Maria with her Louboutins when you need her?”
When sweet Elle tried to move closer, Nero grabbed her, keeping her right where she was, daring her with his eyes not to try it.
By the time Drago reached her, the tense air in the group only got tenser when he saw them blocking him from her.
“Fuck this. It has nothing to do with us.” Vincent quickly grabbed Lake back, realizing Nero had known best.
The handsome blond quickly got demoted to just cute for her.
“If you really thought I would ever hurt her, you wouldn’t have let me marry her.” He addressed her brothers who were protecting her in seriousness before he changed back, becoming angry again. “Now, you have five seconds to move away from my wife.”
“Yep. Okay.” Matthias quickly agreed, backing up along with his two other brothers and Angel grabbing a still protective Adalyn. They didn’t only agree because they knew Drago could crush them with his foot after what they had seen, but because they knew what he had said was true. Tonight had even proven that. They’d watched him get her to safety.
“What the—!” Katarina was snatched up as Drago threw her in her torn-up dress over his shoulder. He was getting her the fuck out of there, not trusting her to come with him if he let her walk, when the arguing between the two families started up again, but at least this time weapons weren’t being used.
Seeing Dom, she almost yelled out for help, but then she saw Lucca with him, both of them staring down at a man who lay flat on his back, lifeless on the floor. Having the advantage of the view of being on his shoulders, she saw it then, the bullet hole that sat right between his eyes.
Oh God.
Bile was rising in her throat as she recognized the dead Caruso.
Her eyes flew back to the boogieman and saw an unremorseful expression, like he couldn’t have fucking cared less his man was dead.
“Did you find who did this?” she asked Drago the question, not knowing if she really wanted the answer.
Drago slightly adjusted her on his shoulder before he gruffed out the answer. “No. I lost him.”
Chills coated every inch of her skin as she watched Lucca get farther and farther away in the distance. She remembered how the underboss wasn’t there to be found in the room during the standoff and had conveniently come back after Drago.
The exact words she had used the last time she had seen the Caruso alive came back to her mind… Well, he’ll be dead soon.
She whispered the name of the man who had met his untimely end, “Todd.”
Twenty-One
Bullet Holes from My Father
Drago threw her in her gown onto his bed. “You’re going to stay right here, and you may not leave this apartment unless I say so, do you understand?”
“W-Why?” She stared up at the fierce man.
He didn’t sugarcoat it. “Because someone tried to kill you.”
“How do you kno— Are you okay?!” Her mindset quickly changed as he pulled off his black suit jacket that was hiding his white stained button-up shirt underneath.
Taking a seat on the bed beside her, he was beginning to reveal the tiredness he actually felt. “I’ll be fine,” he assured her, starting to unbutton his shirt to access the wound and placing the bloody shirt on the floor. “It’s just a graze.”
“A graze?!” She looked at his arm, seeing a chunk of skin missing.
“Yes, now, can you go into the bathroom and hand me the first aid kit under the sink and a towel?”