Hunter - Blaire Drake Page 0,98
right after she tried—and succeeded—in throwing me into the pool. If I were him and I'd just found the chick I was in love with close to another guy in a pool, I sure as fuck wouldn't be leaving the house. She would have had to try and physically shove me off the property, and even then, I'd probably find myself a way back onto it.
“Angelo messaged yet?” I asked, finally sick of him pressing the button to brighten his phone screen and check.
“Nope.” He clicked his tongue and put his phone face down, only to check it again a minute later.
I stopped myself from rolling my eyes and glanced at the time. We were just approaching the Hamptons, and I knew that if the house wasn't clear, I'd be emptying my gun faster than I'd anticipated.
“Can you text him? I need to know how to get in.” I was getting impatient. Our time was limited as it was.
Wordlessly, he tapped at the screen.
Fuck, I hate this guy.
I rolled my shoulders as we entered the Hamptons and studiously avoided looking at him. If I had to go in there and shoot every motherfucker I came across, then it was gonna be a bad fucking day for them, wasn't it? I was getting to Adriana, and I didn't care if I'd be covered in blood by the time I did. I just knew I was getting there. I'd run out of fucks to give and there was no two ways about it.
I was getting my girl back.
“It's not clear,” Gaige said, looking at me.
“What a fucking shame,” I replied in a flat tone.
I was disassociating myself.
I was switching from Carlo to Hunter.
From man to assassin.
From lover to killer.
The two pieces of me split apart, ripping down the center. Like two rough edges, they fit together, but like polar opposites, they couldn't touch.
Gaige stared at me as I focused on the road ahead. “You're going in there anyway?”
“Is Adriana stuck in a basement cell?”
“Yes.”
“Then there's your answer.” I turned the car. “There isn't a person in that house that can kill me before I kill them, but I'd like to see them try.”
“You're real confident, Rosso.”
“You call it confident, I call it knowledgeable, Pontarelli.”
“What if they get you?”
I slowed the car and looked at him. “Then you're gonna have to grow a fuckin' pair, aren't you?”
“I'd do anything for her,” he protested.
“Except die.”
He didn't reply.
I knew it.
I'd give my life for hers.
He wouldn't.
The difference between us glared.
The house appeared in the distance.
He ground his teeth.
I touched the gun at my waist. “You know you might not make this out in one piece, don't you?”
Slowly, he turned to face me again. “Will she?”
“Yes.”
“Then, yes. I know.”
I killed the engine. “Let's go.”
Chapter Twenty-Five – Adriana
I lolled my head back against the wall.
It was cold, so cold.
I was cold.
Everything was cold.
Angelo promised help was coming. He promised I wasn't alone.
I felt alone.
Felt it as it pumped through my veins, slid through my arteries, drained through my bones.
Felt it everywhere.
Alone.
Cold.
Where was everyone?
Why was I so alone?
Hunter.
Heartbreak.
Darien.
Anguish.
Hunter.
Where was he?
“You have to be careful,” he whispers, pushing my hair from my face. “People want you, my bella principessa.”
“I know, but I just wanted ice cream. Besides, you came with me.” I look up into his pretty silver eyes. “You said it was okay.”
“I know.” He sighs, then wipes a little blood from the small cut on my cheek. “I hope this doesn't scar.”
I shrug. “I don't care. We sure kicked their butts, huh?”
His grin lights up his face. His smile tells me he did it all, but his eyes scream that he's proud of me for booting that idiota in the balls. “Sure, Addy. We kicked their butts real good.”
I reach forward and wipe my thumb across his bottom lip. The cut is bleeding, so I grab some tissue and press it there for a moment. “Cacciatore. You keep bleeding,” I whisper, dabbing at it.
“Principessa,” he responds, wrapping his strong hand around my much smaller one. “It's just blood. You're okay. That's all that matters.” His hand travels to my cheek. The warmth from his rough palm travels across my skin, and I close my eyes for a second. I open them in time for his next words. “I will always protect you. No matter where you are or what trouble you've gotten yourself in. I will always be there to save you.”
But he wasn't.
Where was he?
Why wasn't he here?
My eyes burned.
He promised.
He promised he'd always protect me.