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Opting to get some rest, I turn the overhead light off and slowly make my way back to the mattress.
I’ll feel better when I’m not sleep deprived. I just hope Giuseppe Rossi doesn’t return in a foul mood because my life remains in his hands.
But if he were to return in a good mood, then that would mean he was successful in killing Arturo, and that’s not something my pregnant heart can handle.
Chapter Twenty
JOSEPH
Unable to get any rest,I roll out of bed and get dressed for my morning workout with the team. I tossed and turned all night, wondering how I was going to get Alexandra to forgive me.
After the meeting at the fort, Rhett and I drove toward my house, but circled back around and followed Giuseppe to his house, where he waited out front until a box truck picked up several pallets of taped up boxes and crates.
Vincent and three other men followed the box truck as it left, so Rhett and I had no choice but to come home.
Dad and Alvin were just as clueless as we were. Francesca wondered if he was moving his supply because he knew we would come for Alexandra.
I want to stop him before he prepares more than he already has. I want it to hurt when I destroy his house. I want him to feel every ounce of pain he’s ever caused my family before watching the life drain from his eyes.
Grabbing my phone, I send a group text to Rhett, Spencer, and Gage.
If you are awake, meet me at the arena gym in fifteen minutes.
rhett
I’d rather stay in bed with your sister. It’s not even six. Team workout isn’t for another two and a half hours. I mean this as nicely as I can, but fuck off.
spencer
The sun’s not even up yet. Bang one out, and go back to sleep. We can meet up in two hours.
gage
I don’t have anyone to cuddle with, but I don’t think working out for an extra two hours is wise. Coach is going to be pissed. He has a long workout planned for the team.
spencer
I like my bed right now. Savannah is a better cuddler than you. Do you need a blow-up doll or a pocket pussy?
I shove my phone into my shorts pocket and grab my keys before quietly making my way down the stairs to the garage. When I am situated in the driver’s seat, I send a reply.
Look, I fucked up. Big time. I am asking as your friend to meet me at the gym to blow off some frustration and let me vent before you give me advice. This isn’t just personal. This is family related.
I head toward the arena, driving like I’m the only person on the road. Most people aren’t heading to work yet, so traffic is light.
I park in my normal spot and unlock the back door. It’s no surprise that I’m the first person here. The sun hasn’t even risen.
Checking my phone for any missed messages, I see a reply from Gage.
Alright, I’m up. I’m making a protein shake, and then I will head over. Do you want one?
I’ll make a whole blender and bring it over. I have a feeling we are going to need it.
I don’t bother sending a reply, as they should be heading over in the next few minutes. I head to the gym and turn the surround sound up until near deafening volume. I play the normal work out playlist and start my workout by lifting weights.
I can’t help but let my thoughts run wild. Is this what my life has turned into? Working out alone at six in the morning because I’m miserable and can’t sleep?
The guys have their lives and their women, and here I am, pulling them away because I fucked up.