“What is it?” I growled.
Sirens wailed in the background of the caller, only interrupted by a loud crackling that I couldn’t place.
“There’s fire everywhere, and an attacker stabbed Greta.” My ears began to rush with blood, my heart pounding hard and fast. “I called our emergency team—”
“She dies, you die.” I didn’t return to the bedroom or go to the guest bedroom. I wouldn’t tell Serafina. There was nothing she could do. And if Greta died…fuck it, she wouldn’t die. I would not let her die. The last time we’d talked we’d fought. Fuck it. Fuck it all.
I stormed into Nevio’s room. He jerked up in bed, the knife he slept with brandished at me. I was surprised to find him here. He’d been going on a rampage these last two nights and I hadn’t tried to stop him. Fuck, I had tortured two debtors just to let off some steam and it wasn’t nearly enough.
“Get up.”
“What?”
“Greta was stabbed.”
Nevio leaped out of bed, staggering after me as I rushed into Nino’s wing. “Dad? Dad? What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Got a call that she was attacked.”
Ten minutes later, Nino was flying our helicopter toward Greta’s farm. Nevio stared at me with wide eyes. I knew the same unhinged look would be on my face as well. I could feel my control slipping. The only reason I hadn’t lashed out yet was that there was no one to lash out at and I needed to get to Greta first. I needed to protect my girl.
Whoever had hurt her would pay tenfold. If this was Luca’s doing because he didn’t want his son to be with Greta, I’d make peace with the Outfit, the Bratva, and whoever else it required to bring down the Famiglia. I’d burn them to the ground.
Soon the flashing lights of Las Vegas were exchanged by the flickering of all-consuming flames. The farm house and the barn were on fire, and so was some of the bushland. Illuminated by the fire eating away at the wreckage that had been the barn, I spotted four bodies.
Nino had to give the flames a wide berth as to not steer them up further and landed the helicopter on the other side of the property. I jumped out and ran toward my daughter. Nevio caught up with me and together we arrived at the scene of the attack. I fell to my knees beside Greta who looked lifeless as she lay on the ground. I scanned her quickly: two knife-wounds in her abdomen and a smashed knee. Corrado was putting pressure on the wounds. Blood had soaked the earth around her.
I cupped her head and bent over her. “Mia cara.”
“Greta,” Nevio croaked as he hovered beside us, then his eyes slanted to the stranger who was bleeding profusely from his legs. “Was it him?”
“We need him for questioning,” Nino warned as he sank down beside us, two medical kits in his hands. I stroked Greta’s hair away from her bloody forehead. It was shorter than it had been, burned off at places and a few small burn blisters covered her shoulders.
“Mia cara,” I said again, hoping to get a reaction from her. The heat was almost unbearable this close to the burning remains of the barn and the flames licked at my consciousness, eager to bring force memories I didn’t want to recall now. Memories that so far had marked the worst moment of my life—until today.
Greta’s eyes opened and took a moment to focus. I swallowed.
“You’re going to be fine.”
Nevio sank down beside her and took her hand. “I won’t let you leave me, you know that.”
She smiled weakly then winced and closed her eyes briefly again. Her chapped lips parted and she said something but I didn’t catch it from the crackling of the flames. At least the alarm had been turned off by now.
“You have to say it again,” I urged, leaning down to catch her words.
“Get Amo, please.”
I froze.
Nevio’s expression was stone as he leaned back, shaking his head. I gave him a warning look. “Greta,” I began but she touched my arm. “Please, Dad.”
I nodded, because there was no way I could refuse her wish, not when I wasn’t sure if she’d make it. Fuck. I wanted to be in her stead. I jerked out my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found Amo’s number. I called him.
He picked up after the third ring.
“What do I owe the pleasure, Remo?” Amo asked in a hard voice but I detected a hint of worry behind the obvious mask.
I stared down at my daughter, covered in blood, surrounded by Nino and the doctors and nurses that had arrived by now, trying to stabilize her for the helicopter ride to a hospital. “My daughter asked to see you. She was stabbed and is fighting for her life.”