Chapter 30
CHAPTER 30
V incent
When she hadn’t returned and I saw Leo knocking on the bathroom door, I felt the floor sink out from under me. I went straight through the ladies’ room, gun drawn, while he went around the side.
I may never get the image of LeBlanc choking Sarah against the wall out of my mind. Her panicked eyes, hyperventilating, his hand wrapped around her throat and covering her mouth so she couldn’t scream.
I’ve done a lot of bad things. I’ve used my gun many times. I’ve killed and I’ve retaliated. And nothing came close to what I felt right then. Fury, hatred, and terror boiling together. Only Sarah’s proximity to the bastard’s head kept him from getting shot then and there.
Only once Leo had Sarah safely around the corner did the higher-thinking portions of my brain start to kick back on.
“Getting protective of your whores now, De Luca?” LeBlanc sneered.
I cracked the pistol across his nose, and the satisfying crunch inclined me to believe it was now very broken.
Spitting blood, he cursed, “Fuck you, De Luca. Your days in la Cosa Nostra are fucking numbered!” He started to stumble away, before running towards the elevators.
Fucking little bitch.
Now, with Sarah in my arms in the car, she alternates between long silences while snuggling against my chest like she’s trying to burrow inside, and shaking like a leaf.
Aldo sets a new speed record getting back to the house. I carry Sarah to our room and set her on the edge of the bed. She stares up at me with big, blue-grey eyes. I feel her gaze on me as I remove my jacket. I see her swallow nervously as I discard my tie. I see her breath catch when I roll my sleeves up.
I walk back to the door and lock it. “We need to have a talk, kitten.”