Page 67 of Saved By A God
“That works for me,” I mutter, memorizing the other two names.
“Good.” Christiano’s jaw clenches. “Then we have an agreement.”
“We do. Who do I deal with going forward?” Rodian asks.
“Enzo. You have his woman, so it’s only fair my underboss takes charge,” Christiano says, to which all the other capos nod their approval.
Dad grips my shoulder, giving it a hard shake while a rare smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.
“I’ll be in touch, Enzo.” Right after that, Rodian ends the call.
For a moment, no one speaks, then Christiano looks at us. “You all better go call your contacts. We’re going to war.”
Christiano is the first to dial a number.
“Constantin,” the head of the Romanian mafia answers.
“We’ve found Rosie. She’s alive. Will you join us in a war against the Bratva to get her back?”
“Fuck, that’s good news!” he exclaims. “Yes, just say when and where, and I’ll be there with my men.”
I hear Georgi behind me. “Hey, Atanas, feel like fucking up the Russians?” Then Augusto. “Ryo, I need you and the Yakuza. The Bratva has Rosie.”
I glance over my shoulder at the capos reaching out to their contacts worldwide.
Adriano grins as he speaks into his phone. “I think it’s time we met in person, Devran. I’m going to need your help smuggling an army into Russia.”
Uncle Dario comes to stand beside me and places his arm around my shoulders. “Bring her home, son.”
“I will.” I jerk my head to the door, indicating that I want to talk privately with him.
We step out into the hallway, and he follows me to my office. I wait until he’s inside before I shut the door and lock eyes with him.
“I want to ask your blessing to marry Rosie.”
For a moment, he just stares at me, then a slow breath leaves him. “You should’ve asked me years ago.”
The words hit me square in the chest. “I know. For that I will always be sorry, Uncle Dario.”
His eyes hold mine, and his voice grows rough from emotion. “Bring my daughter home, and you’ll have my blessing.”
I nod, and he opens his arms and engulfs me in a fatherly hug, then he whispers, “Promise me the only tears Rosie will cry will be from happiness.”
“I swear on my life.” My arms tighten around him. “She will always come first.”
There’s a knock at the door, and while we’re still holding each other, it opens, and Georgi glances between us. “The two of you need a moment longer to make out, or are we getting to work?”
“Little fucking shit,” Uncle Dario snaps, pulling away to go after Georgi.
It’s fucking good to see some color in Uncle Dario’s face and the life returning to his eyes.
I walk back to Christiano’s office, and as I step inside, my phone vibrates.
Pulling the device out of my pocket, I see a message and open it. There are coordinates and three photos with a name beneath each face.
Yegor Fedorov. Danil Lebedev. Kirill Dragun.
Suddenly, a call comes through, and I answer quickly. “Just got the text.”
