Page 63 of Cassio

“And what do you want me to do with the men?”

“What fucking men?” Blind red-hot jealousy shot through me.

“There are five men in the group that she is traveling with. I’m not sure if I can take them all down alone.” Shit, she had a crew of men. That woman rattled me so much that I was acting like a prick with no brain.

“I don’t care how you do it! Don’t let her get on the plane,” I barked, worry clawing at my chest.

I hung up and dialed Áine. Each ring cost me years of my life. She just got back into the U.S. When did the woman have time to work on her drawings and run rescue missions?Probably all the lack of sleep, I thought wryly.

No answer. Redial.

“Cassio calm the fuck down.” Luca tried to reason with me, but the irrational worry was already igniting and burning like an inferno.

“Why isn’t she fucking answering?” I bellowed. I scanned through my messages and the moment I saw the email from my fucking half-brother Marco I knew the exact coordinates of where she was going. Marco didn’t know we hacked his emails and got blind copies of all his shit. Courtesy of my brother-in-law, Nico Morrelli.

I stood up, the chair falling backwards onto the floor with a loud thump. “Border of Armenia,” I gritted. It wasn’t the same exact place where I found her beaten eleven years ago, but it was fifty miles north of it. “That’s where she is going.”

Luciano just grinned. “Now you know what the fuck I went through.”

I dialed her again, while sharing a glance with Luca and Nico.

After my jerky nod, Luca started explaining in a calm tone. “It would seem my soon-to-be sister-in-law, who is unaware of her impending engagement, has a team of her own and has been intercepting trafficking shipments that Marco and his associates are running.”

Sasha’s mouth was almost on the ground and Alexei whistled impressively.

“Well, I got to say, Cassio,” Luciano chuckled. “That trumps my wife’s money laundering.”

“I thought Áine Evans was an architect,” Alessio questioned. Of course, my brother probably gave them her damn history.

“Among other things,” Luca answered, chuckling, though I found nothing amusing.

“Why isn’t she fucking answering?” I gritted. “Yes, she’s an architect. Apparently, she has a side gig going on.”

I wished she’d trust me enough and tell me what the hell she was doing before she got herself killed.

“That’s some gig.” Alessio got his composure back and downed his scotch.

Luciano on the other hand didn’t seem too concerned. Not too long ago he bellowed like a madman after his wife. He had experienced headaches with a strong willed wife firsthand, so I guess he understood and took a bit more to ruffle his feathers.

“It’s as if she’s aiming to get herself killed.” And I had no intention of being a widower even before I got married. My phone buzzed.

Message from Amir.*Couldn’t get her.*

Goddamn it! I dialed up my pilot and had him ready the plane for takeoff within the next sixty minutes.

“I’m coming too.” I knew nothing would stop Luca. He was as stubborn as I was.

“I’m coming too.” Alessio chimed in.

“Fuck it,” Luciano muttered. “I guess I am coming too.”

“Sign me the fuck up,” Nico added.

“No, you guys stay and cover the territory.” I turned to Luciano. “Your wife needs you.” My eyes traveled to Nico, and he was already opening his mouth to object, knowing where I was going. He wanted to come along. “Nico, my dear sister would kill me. So that would be a hard no. She’d kick my ass and send me to hell. Then drag me back, just so she could kick my ass again.”

“Just to see Bianca do that, I want to come even more,” Nico retorted dryly.

“Besides, Callahan can cover the territory,” Luciano retorted dryly. Nobody told Luciano what to do. “Or the Russian Sinners,” he offered up.