The Italian Dom by N.J. Adel

CHAPTER 8

Nicky

 

My fists clenched. “What do you mean Leo escaped?”

Tino stared at me for a second, and then he just looked at Lina. “Take Nicco and your sister and stay in our room. Don’t come out until I say so. My men will follow you upstairs.”

“And you?” she asked, alarmed.

He brushed her cheek with his thumb. “Don’t worry, my sweet Angel. I’ll take care of things and come right away.”

“Is he here in Chicago?” I asked.

Tino ushered us outside of the office. “Not yet, but it’s only a matter of time.”

“I thought he was in that nuthouse in exile, as in he wasn’t allowed to come back here. How could he escape and return? And what the fuck does he want? To finish what he started? To have revenge?” A surge of panic went through me.

“I have no idea, but I’ll find out, and I’ll stop him before he even starts. My wife’s and baby’s safety along with yours are my top priority. You know I’ll protect you at all costs.”

“The last time you two had a confrontation you almost died.” Lina trembled. “Tino, I can’t lose you.”

He cradled her face between his hands. “You won’t.”

As much as I hated what he’d done, Tino’s overprotective love and care for my sister was…beautiful. Twisted but beautiful. “How about we all just go? Somewhere where he can’t find us? We can’t just stay here and wait for him to show up.”

“He won’t set foot in this house,” he gritted. “As long as you’re here, you’re all safe, which means, Nicky, you can’t leave now. You have to stay, at least, until it’s over.”