ROBYN
We arrived at the marina where Terzo told me to meet. At least a dozen armed men were waiting for Gio and Marco to arrive.
Terzo joined me in the SUV, who looked furious. His brows knitted together, and the muscles in his jaw were clenching.
His voice was gravelly as he spoke. “I will f*****g kill every one of them, whether my cousins live or die.”
“It’s all my fault.” I exhaled. My stomach twisted into a knot. “I should have stopped him.”
“It’s not your fault.” His eyes narrowed at me. His nose flared. “I let him go, too. And you can’t stop Gio when he tries to impress a girl. And this fight against the Belarusian mobs isn’t only yours. They kidn*pped one of my people, remember?”
“I can’t help it. I hate it when people get hurt for doing something good.”
“Get used to it. Be
