Page 88 of Craving Revenge

Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I dial Rosie’s number while I walk to the foyer, prowling up and down to burn some of the restless energy surging through my body.

“Hey, I’m still tracking the van,” she tells me immediately when she answers the call.

“In which direction did they go?”

“Toward Brooklyn.”

Suddenly, the front door opens, and the instant I see Yuki, the air explodes from me. I drop my phone and shoot forward.

“I can explain,” she says right before I grab hold of her, squashing her to my chest.

Just as her soft scent hits my nostrils, my eyes lock on the man coming in behind her.

In one fluent move, I shove my wife behind and pull my gun from the holster.

“Nooooo!” Yuki screams, darting in front of me. I’m stunned out of my fucking mind when she takes hold of my wrists, pushing my arm down. “He’s my brother. Ryo. He thought I needed saving and came to get me.”

It takes a moment for her words to get through the rage that’s still tearing me apart inside.

“He’s my brother,” she repeats. “You can’t kill each other. Please!”

My fingers flex around the gun’s handle as my eyes snap to Ryo Tanaka. “You took my fucking wife and dare to show your face?”

“My sister,” he growls, taking a step closer to Yuki.

“NoNoNoNo,” Yuki presses her hand to my chest while holding her other up toward Ryo. “Please. Calm down so we can talk. Don’t get violent.”

“Augusto,” Dad says from behind me as he takes my gun from me.

That’s fine, I can kill the fucker with my bare hands.

Yuki

The last time I saw the brutal look on Augusto’s face was when he killed Masaki and Kentaro and had me in the hangar.

I give Mr. Vitale a thankful look for taking Augusto’s gun, and when I look into my husband’s dark eyes, shivers rush down my spine.

“You can’t hurt each other without hurting me. You both want what’s best for me. Please, let’s talk,” I beg, standing between the two men I love most in the world.

Finally, my words seem to get through to Augusto, and when his eyes lower to my face, I see the hell he’s been put through, thinking I’ve been kidnapped.

He grabs hold of my arm and yanks me back against his chest, his arms forming steel bands of safety around me. The armored vest he’s wearing feels hard, and I wish I could feel his body’s warmth.

“Christ.” His breaths turn ragged, and his body shudders. “You’re back.” He pulls a few inches away and frames my face, his eyes burning over every inch of me. “I have you back.” Then I’m hauled back into a tight hug.

I brush my hand over his hair, giving him time to calm down. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Mine,” he growls, his tone unforgiving and possessive.

When I look up, his eyes are fixed on Ryo with cold, lethal focus. I glance over my shoulder, and seeing the fury carving sharp lines into my brother’s features sends my mind racing for a way to defuse the volatile situation.

Ryo steps closer, and it has Augusto’s arm tightening even more around me.

“You almost killed my sister and forced her to marry you,” Ryo says, his tone deceptively calm.

“Stop!” I snap, turning in Augusto’s arms so I can face my brother. “I told you I was disguised as a man.”

Ignoring me, Ryo keeps his eyes locked with Augusto’s. “Yuki’s told me you’ve been good to her, but I want to hear from you why I should leave my sister with you.”