Jorge sent the timer to Fiona, letting her know we were coming. He said she would know what to do from there. Considering we nearly got all the way to their front door before they knew we were here, when Bruno was expecting an earlier welcome, Jorge was right. 

While Bruno and his men went in guns blazing, BoBo and I went in the direction Jorge had instructed us to go in before we left him with our car. The computer was off, but he had a good idea of where she was in the building. Being closer had helped him get better location specifics.

I didn’t know if I would ever be able to get the image of Fiona being pinned down by two men twice her size out of my head.

I brought her back to my arms, where she was safe as soon as she was assured that Randy was still breathing.

“They probably broke a couple ribs this time. He had enough willpower to push through the pain to grab the gun Neil dropped, probably when he grabbed your arms. We will get him to a doctor as soon as it is safe to leave this room.”

Fiona nodded once and leaned on me. “You’re late.”

I huffed and wrapped her in my arms. “I expected to find you curled in a ball and crying when I got here, not mouthing off to two men intent on hurting you.”

Her laugh was shaky. “No, you didn’t.”

I squeezed her tighter, wishing I could always keep her safe right there. “No, I didn’t. How are you, really?”

I lifted her chin up with my finger, so I could see in her eyes. The tears were beginning to form, her wall at the breaking point. She had really pushed herself mentally this time. I kissed each watery eye.

“I will get you home. I will keep you safe. Everyone knows you are mine now. No one will ever dare to hurt you again. If I have to build an army to stand guard around you, I will. According to Jorge, I now have the money for it.”

Her tears slid out then, her small smile wobbling. “I was scared spitless, Dillan.”

“I know, princess. The more scared you are, the mouthier you get.”

“Wait. Does that mean you were scared of me when you came to the club?” BoBo broke in.

“Out of my freaking mind.” Fiona mumbled into my shirt. “I’d never faced one of my brother’s bookies before. Hell, I’d never been to a club before.”

BoBo cursed with a laugh. “I thought I was either losing my touch, or you were just that crazy. I’ve been leaning more towards the latter.”

Fiona flipped him off.

We waited a few minutes longer, until the warehouse grew silent. Bruno came through after that.

“Time to go. The clean-up crew are ready to start.”

“Did you get everyone?”

“Everyone here, yes. But they only had a small force here. Enough to set them back for a bit, especially while they scramble to crown a new pakhan. The cops won’t be held back much longer. We need to go.” His eyes raked over the room. “Any of them coming with us?”

“Yes, my brother.” Fiona pointed at him. 

Bruno nodded once, then waved for someone to grab him. He then turned back to Fiona, offering her his hand. 

“Bruno Gallo, nice to meet you. You are one smart cookie, ma’am.” 

Fiona didn’t say anything, just buried herself more into me. She was going to need some time before she was ready to face people. She didn’t care much for socializing before, I suspected it would be non-existent for a while. Bruno didn’t seem to mind, he gave her a soft smile, which changed rapidly when he caught the state of her pants.