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I found her.
She looked pale. Circles under her eyes. I didn't get a chance to grab anything. As soon as Raven let me know Sabrina was being taken to the airport to fly to Italy, I took a cab to JFK right behind them. After almost being shot off the tarmac trying to get to the jet, I paid for a ticket to Italy.Anywherein Italy. Which turned out to be Venice. So I took an almost two-hour train to Verona, having to ask the town folk where the Giordano's stayed with my extremely limited Italian.
Most looked at me with interest, the rest told me to stay away.
Christ.
But I would do it again.
I would do it all over again to see her face.
What feels like an hour later, I leave the bathroom to find sweats laid out for me. They fit perfectly. Normally I wouldn't wear another man's clothes, especially knowing these belong to her now-husband, but I've been wearing the same clothes for nearly five goddamn days.
There's a small knock on the bedroom door, and when I open it, already knowing it's Sabrina, I drag her in with me by the elbow. "You're sick," is the first thing out of my mouth.
She lifts a shoulder but doesn't shy away from my touch. It almost feels like she’s leaning into me, green eyes staring into mine. "Just some allergies. Too much country air. You know me."
She's right. I do. Still, I look her up and down. "You ain't been sleepin’ right, have you?"
She looks a little guilty, and her shoulder lifts in a little shrug. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. "Here and there."
"Your dreams?" God, I'm dying to touch her.Reallytouch her. Her hair is in a messy bun on her head, and her glasses are on, and all I wanna do is tuck away the loose strands behind her ear, to feel her against me, to have her feelmeagainst her, trap her with my warmth and give her a real kiss, the kiss that tells her I'm giving her my entire soul.
"Snippets. Nothing I can't handle," she whispers back, eyes wide, pupils dilated as she looks up at me, and fuck if my heart hasn't slowed to an alarming rate.
"Baby..." I breathe in her scent to let it nourish me, and she replies with a shaky "Savage."
"What the fuck?" Maksim practically roars when he opens the door, and I break away from her. "What are you doing here?"
I tear my eyes away from hers and look at the monster staring back at me. "My job," I reply cooly. Which is a half-truth, but I don't miss the flinch Sabrina makes, and I regret it instantly. But what else can I say?I'm in love and obsessed with your wife? I bleed just for her. Let's get this over with and fuck her together so I can have my girl back?
Huh.
That last thought makes my dick swell a stir for the first time since before the wedding.
Maksim's gaze bounces between me and her, and the hold I have on her elbow. The one she still hasn't shirked off. Gears are turning in his head, his mind is whirring, and I can see as it all seems to shift into place, brick by brick. "I have business to attend to with the heads for a few hours, take her out to the city. I'll have a car drive you."
"No leather." I speak.
"What?"
"No car with leather seats. They're not good for her skin."
Maksim blinks then shifts his sight to our girl.
Our girl?
"Why didn't you tell me that?"
"I didn't exactly think I was going to leave this place," she replies.
His mouth drops a bit, taken aback. "You aren't being held hostage, wife."
“How was I supposed to know? Huh?” She throws her hands up in the air, my hold on her elbow finally off. "I was practically kidnapped. The only difference is I had to agree to save face!"
"Oh yes, the poor little Duchessa, being taken away to a lavish villa in Italy. Must be sooo fucking terrible." He growls with an eye roll.
Good to see nothing has changed while I was gone.