Page 53 of Where Quiet Hearts Scream (Dark Hearts #3)

A ndreas

Fuck.

Why did I have to go and break my best fucking hand?

I slide the burner into my pocket and face my brother.

“Go,” he says. “I can see it in your eyes, man. You need to be with your wife. I can handle this son of a bitch. I’ll make sure it’s slow and painful.”

“Make him call off his dogs first.”

“Oh, that’s top of my list,” Benito says, his voice low and filled with vengeance. “Take Rocco at least.”

I shake my head. “I can handle whatever’s waiting for me. You keep everyone else here in case he has more fucking games up his sleeve.”

“What about Arrow?” Benito looks over at my right hand who’s carefully watching the surveillance footage that is tracking my father in the basements he calls home.

“He stays too.”

“You know that’ll piss him off. I’d disappear now before he realizes you’re gone.”

“Thanks Benny.” I open the door and shoot a grateful smile at my brother. “Enjoy the kill.”

He rubs his hands together. “I’m going to fucking revel in it.”

Once outside the warehouse, I sprint to my car, slam myself inside and start the engine.

I spin the car around, kicking up a shit ton of dust. As it clears, in my rearview I see Arrow burst out of the same door.

I silently apologize to him while ramming my foot on the accelerator.

There are some things I need to do on my own, and that includes protecting my wife from a bunch of hired assholes hanging out at my house .

The streets whizz by in a blur. All I can see is my beautiful wife cowering in a cellar, clutching a pistol she won’t dare to fire. The love I have for her is simply beyond measure. She means more to me than anyone in this world. Even Benito. Even Arrow.

The fact she trusted immediately that those fucking photos are not real, tells me she’s as entwined with my soul as I am with hers. Together we are going to be un-fucking-stoppable. I just need to get into the house, wrap myself around those beautiful limbs and keep her safe.

I thought the hate I had for my father was as bottomless as it could get, but that was before he tried to trick my wife and threaten to make her a fucking widow.

Now, my hate for him goes even deeper than that.

If it were not for the fact my wife is my oxygen and I need to get to her ten days ago, I’d be breaking down the door to those underground basements, curling my fingers around his throat and squeezing the last drop of life out of him.

My burner rings and I flick it to speaker. I’m one hand down and I need the good one to drive me home.

“I’m right behind you.”

I glance up and, sure enough, Arrow is fucking nose to tail, his pimped-up yellow Mustang unmistakable in my rearview.

“I need to do this alone. They’re surrounding my house .”

“That’s fine, A. I’m still going to have your back, whether you like it or not.”

I roll my eyes and cut the call. The avenue is in sight.