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“We’re gonna nail his ass to the wall,” I smiled.
Jason nodded. “I’m gonna start writing up reports now.”
"I’m gonna read through more of these files,” I told him.
The second he was out of the briefing room. My brothers needed to be in the loop on this. Something told me that even if Kenji Ito was arrested and charged for murder, there was no way in hell he was going to just stay put.
Not with a synthetic Corsican in his body.
We may have a big problem on our hands,I shot the text out.
Immediately, my phone began to rattle in my hands as my brothers entered the chat.
Chapter 15
Rain
My vigilant brown eyes roved over the crowd at the Ito garden party that I’d been invited too. I recognized a few familiar faces including Cassie and Kenji’s parents and other family members. Even though I’d been reluctant, Kenji had persisted in twisting my arm until I’d given in. I had agreed on the condition that I could leave as early as I wanted.
As a waiter went by with a drink, I snagged a glass of champagne and moved into the shade by some rose bushes. Pulling the flute up to my lips, I noticed Kenji dressed in a suit heading towards me. He had a huge smile on his face, and I had no idea why.
He dropped a kiss on my mouth that I only halfway returned. “You look gorgeous in this dress.”
I was wearing a simple blue and white polka dotted wrap dress. I’d installed a twenty inch weave the night before and had it pulled into a sleek ponytail. “Thank you.”
Gently he ran his hand up the length of my arm and back down before whispering, “This dress would look even better decorating the floor of my bedroom.”
I looked away from his gaze that was raking my body up and down hungrily. The need to put distance between my body and his hand was immediate.
Should have stayed home,I thought.
Looking around him, I found Mr. and Mrs. Ito heading our way and I let out a breath of relief.
“Rain, it’s so good to see you,” Patricia Ito smiled and I gave a traditional bow.
“It’s good to see you both as well Mr. and Mrs. Ito,” I bit at my lip.
“Did my son drag you to this boring party,” William Ito asked next, looking between me and his son.
I grinned before stepping in and wrapping an arm around Kenji’s waist, the sudden need to run disappearing. “You know your son to well.”
“I’ve had a better time at museums,” the older man remarked looking around.
“Father,” Kenji groaned.
“Well, we’re just so happy he’s home,” Patricia stated patting her son’s chest. “And of course it’s good to see you too Rain, despite everything.”
Suddenly a commotion came over the crowd of people, and then it ceased. We all turned to look in the direction of the commotion and that was when I found my gaze locked on not just the FBI, but a very specific agent.
MatteoFuckingZacharra’s ass was leading the charge and fast approaching. He had on a bullet proof vest and a scowl was planted deeply on his face.
William Ito was the first to respond as Matteo stopped dead in front of us. “What is the meaning of this?”
“Sir, this is a federal warrant for the arrest of Kenji Ito,” Matteo responded looking Kenji dead in his face.
His gaze never wavered to me and all I could do was stand there, and watch, my arm still wrapped around Kenji.
“Surely, there has been a mistake,” Mr. Ito said.
