Page 114 of Brutal Devil

“You okay?” he asks.

“Jesus, do I look like I’m fucking okay?”

I’m pacing the office in Lucchese, which Scorpion and Saint have converted into a makeshift security headquarters for the day. A collection of screens is showing security footage in real time and a careful selection of guns is laid out on the desk.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this tense,” Saint says.

“We need to get this right.”

“We will.” He gives me a look. “You sure you want Luna to be here for the dinner?”

I tried to talk her out of it this morning. The thought of anything happening to her… I told myself that I could do what needed to be done. That nothing mattered to me more than being the don of the unified Andriani and Revello families. That power and money are everything.

But when I held my wife in my arms last night, I recognized that for the lie it is.

Our father may have raised us to be ruthless, heartless bastards. To be unfeeling monsters who could kill without blinking an eye. I’m every bad thing Luna thinks I am times a million. But somehow, she slipped past my defenses. She foundher way into a part of me I didn’t know existed. And now, I couldn’t pry her out even if I wanted to.

I blow out a breath. “I don’t want her to be here for the dinner, no. The last thing I need is that greedy son of a bitch trying to take a shot at her. But I’ve talked to her about it, and she’s right. If she’s not here, Amedeo is going to know what’s going down the second he sets foot in the door. We’ll never be able to get him off guard and clip him.”

“She’s a smart woman.”

“Yeah.” I scrub a hand over my jaw. “Yeah, she fucking is.”

And brave too. Strong. Incredible. She’s all those things and more.

“So she’ll be here,” Saint says quietly.

Luna is back at the penthouse under armed guard right now, getting ready, while I do my due diligence and make sure we’ve crossed everytand dotted every motherfuckingi. Nothing can go wrong tonight. One false move and everything goes up in flames.

“She’ll be here,” I echo, still hating it.

Saint nods. “We’ll get him,frattore mio.”

“Wehaveto get him. Failure isn’t a fucking option.”

My phone vibrates then, and I pull it out. Bruno’s name is on the screen. He’s head of the security detail at my penthouse again today.

I answer.

“Don Andriani,” Bruno chokes out on the other end of the line.

A chill goes down my spine. “What’s wrong, Bruno?”

“They…came in six…cars. No way to…stop them. Took…a few shots.”

I instantly know it’s Amedeo. Has to be. Fuckingfuck.

I’m already reaching for a gun.

“Where’s Luna?” I bite out, fury making me see red.

“So…sorry, boss. They…took her.”

I feel like I just got shot in the gut. “Fuck!”

Saint’s instantly at my side. “What the fuck is it, Priest? What’s going on?”

“Amedeo’s men stormed the penthouse. Bruno’s been shot, and they’ve taken Luna. We need all the men we have. This is fucking war.”