the night while screwing his girl in every possible room of my fucking apartment,” Frankie scoffed and I winced a little at the reminder. Not that I’d take it back, but I couldn’t wait to get a place for me and Winter all of our own. Somewhere we could just be us, away from the world and free to be ourselves whenever we wanted to be.
The back door slid open and Enzo leapt in, grinning like an asshole and sprawling across the back seat beside Fabio just as he finished typing something on his laptop.
“I’ve got a cellphone number for ‘boss’,” he said proudly, looking around at all of us. “I’ll get a trace set up on it then all we have to do is wait for him to take a call and I should be able to lock down his location.”
“Good,” Frankie said. “Let’s go grab showers and a change of clothes, maybe a few hours of sleep. The minute we get that location we need to be ready to move. We’ll have your girl back before you know it, fratello.”
I grunted my agreement because I had no choice. I hadn’t slept in over forty eight hours and something was going to give. But the moment we got that location I’d be there, charging in and saving my girl from whatever the fuck she was enduring now. Because I didn’t care if she was his wife, I didn’t care if she’d sworn some vow to him once upon a time or if he really did love her. That was before she became my savage girl, my goddess, my queen, and there was no way in hell I was letting him keep her from me.
The longer I spent in this house, the more caged I felt. Every time I tried to go outside, I'd find locked doors or armed guards telling me to stay inside for my own safety. I was more suspicious than ever about who my husband actually was. Because if he needed this many people stationed around his home, he must have had a lot of enemies.
I sat in the lounge as Dr Ramsey tried to hypnotise me for the third day in a row. I didn’t want a therapist. I just wanted to leave this damn house.
“You really must focus today,” she pushed as I lay on the couch with my eyes closed. Her heavy perfume assaulted my sense and I held my breath as she tried to get me to relax enough to open my mind. But I didn’t trust this woman and I refused to breathe a word to her about anything I may or may not have remembered. Mostly, she dragged up memories of The Five and that made me dislike her on principle, but sometimes there were glimmers of something else. Some life before all of that. I saw myself in pretty dresses, I caught the sound of birds in the trees, a woman with hair as red as mine…
But as soon as I tried to hold onto any of it, it slipped away again. Dr Ramsey finally gave up on our session for the day when I continued to give her the silent treatment after two hours. I had to hand it to her, she was tenacious. Although I imagined that had more to do with what Ramon was paying her than her desire to see me improve.
When she left, it was past six and I headed deeper into the house in search of Ramon. I hadn't seen him all day because he had business to attend to, but I hoped he was still in his office right now. I'd seen him walk in there just before Ramsey had arrived and heard him speaking in harsh Spanish tones on the phone to someone. Apparently I wasn’t able to understand the language which was just infuriating.
I walked up to the door when silence fell beyond it and knocked, straightening my spine as I prepared to make some demands. Not that he ever seemed to listen to what I wanted.
"Enter," he growled and I pushed the door open.
He sat in the wing-back chair behind his huge cherry wood desk, the space wide and sparse, his aura dominating the room. The harsh expression on his face fell away as he realised who had come looking for him and he smiled warmly.
"My darling, what a surprise. I've missed you." He gestured for me to take a seat opposite him, but I remained on my feet,