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“How will you handle this, little brother?” Renato taunted.
“Both of you need to calm down. We're brothers. The last time we fought was back in our teen years. Act like grown men,” Sante shouted.
“Sante’s right; crumbling is what Cono wants, and I refuse to give into his demands,” Elio preached.
“I’m giving you twenty-four hours to bring her to me,” Renato demanded.
I screwed up my face at the phone. “What are you saying?”
“We hold her to get Cono to come to us, and I kill them both. Our lawyers can get rid of the evidence,” Renato directed.
“I have a great record, but some things I can’t make disappear, Renato,” Elio muttered.
“Not bringing her to you to kill.”
“Better yet, I’ll come to you. I love making house calls,” Renato taunted.
“Fuck you, Renato!” I slammed the phone down, pissed at everyone.
After sliding from the chair, I yanked the door open and marched down the hall. I stepped into the kitchen, seeing that our chef had prepared dinner.
“Has Nyla come down?” Picking up the bottle of wine from the counter.
“She left.”
Looking at him in confusion, I glared at him. “What do you mean she left?”
“Uhm…” he stammered.
I dropped the bottle on the counter, ran upstairs, and pushed the bedroom door open. My eyes scanned the empty room, and I saw a heap of clothes laying on the bed.
“Fuck!”
Slamming the door back, I rushed downstairs, picking up my keys and phone from the office, and sprinted down the front stairs.
“She fucking left!” I shouted.
Carter and Romo squinted at me in confusion. “Mrs. Calabresi left with Rena and the girls.”
“When?” I ran to my Bentley, hopping in the driver's seat.
“About fifteen minutes ago. She said you were asleep and knew they were going to hang out,” Carter emphasized and I shook my head.
“She lied and skipped out.”
Carter jumped in the passenger seat of my Bentley. Romo trailed in the other car. I sped from the driveway, not stopping.
“Call Renato,” I commanded.
“I don’t have time for your bullshit, Vincenzo,” Renato remarked.
“Call Sante and Elio. She skipped out with the girls.”
“Who skipped out?” Renato pried.
“Nyla.”
Laughing at my expense, I wanted to wring his neck. “Renato, now is not the time to piss me off.”
