Page 38 of Forbidden War (Forbidden 2)
“Karina—”
I hang up on her, the whole conversation leaving me cold. My husband has been seriously traumatized. A woman, who very well could have been me, is dead. And all my mother cares about is pulling information out of me so my uncle can arrange his next hit.
“The CT looked good,” a voice says behind me. “They said he can go home.”
Armani approaches just as I slip my phone into my pocket. My hands are trembling. I don’t try to control it. I really don’t care what Armani thinks of me.
“Thanks.”
He stops a couple feet away. “Are you okay?”
“No, not really.”
“No. I guess you wouldn’t be,” he says. “That woman died for no reason.”
Something about his tone triggers me. Straightening fully, I cross my arms and narrow my eyes at him. “Do you understand that I’m worried to death about Marco right now, or are you just going to sit there and pout over the fact that it was Jessica who got killed when it should have been me?”
I don’t give him a chance to respond.
“Maybe if you want to double team with my uncle, you can make sure the job gets done right next time,” I add.
He has the grace to look at his feet as I storm past him and make my way back to Marco’s room. Maybe my husband wasn’t the original target, but if he’s perceived as wounded and weak, he might become one. So from now on, I’m not taking my eyes off him.
I’ll do anything to keep Marco safe.
