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“We need to make an arrest, okay?”I ask.
“Well, yeah.” He rubs the back of his neck. I bite back my grin.
“Get all units out. This has Mr. Falcone’s name written all over it.”
He stares at me blankly, registering my words.
“Frankie Falcone. Call it in.”I press. Alex won’t, but Chad, as far as I’m aware, doesn’t work alongside my father.
I was told we need to make someone pay, and Frankie Falcone seems like the perfect fit.
I cross my arms over my chest and sit back in my seat with a huff.“I’m not letting him free.”
Just because my dad is the commissioner of the NYPD, doesn’t mean I won’t stare him down.
“Zara, how many times do you want me to explain this? You don’t have a choice, sweetie.”
I turn my nose up at his nickname for me. We both know that's far from the truth.
“Okay, so tell me, did he do it?”
He chuckles, running a hand through his gray hair. “Zara, you need to understand something: you do not mess with the mafia. This isn’t a request, it’s an order.” He raises his eyebrows.
“He killed that woman and dumped her in a driveway. You saw the pictures on the crime report, right? Not only that, but the guy is rumored to have murdered his own brother, for Christ’s sake! It’s so easy to pin this on him!”
He shrugs, sliding the report I had slammed down away from him.“Mafia business is mafia business. We get paid well to turn a blind eye. I’m not prepared to risk myself for the sake of one body. You just arrested the new fucking mafia boss, Zara. Now you need to clean up your mess!”
“And where do we draw the line? When they start killing kids? Innocent people on the streets?”My arms fly out in exasperation.
His lips go thin. “This isn’t up for discussion. I am your commissioner, and I’m giving you a damn order, Zara. Now suck it up, go in there, and release him.”His coffee splashes as his arm jerks into a point.
I stand and rest my palms on his oak desk. “This is the last time.”
It’s becoming more and more. I thought to start with he just turned a blind eye, after seeing Alex at the scene, and now this outburst, I’m not so sure.
“With Frankie Falcone,” he chuckles. “But this won’t be the end of it.”
“I thought Luca was the head?”I sneer.
“Luca handed the reins over to Frankie after the wedding fiasco. He asked me for this favor, and I don’t have a choice. We have to stay on the winning side here.” Pulling a napkin from his drawer, he dabs at the brown droplets on the cover of the report.
“Hmm. I suppose this is where the money is coming from for Mom’s new fancy treatment?”I know Mom needs treatment for her heart. I’ve seen the way she’s deteriorated over the last year and it breaks my heart. But at what cost is my dad paying to do this?
For a man who has berated me for the last six years for what I did, when he’s no better than me.He made me become a cop to sort myself out and drag me off the path I was on. Or basically, to keep an eye on me, so he doesn’t have to clean up anymore of my problems.
I watch as he balls his fists and his eyes narrow. Taking a step back, I straighten my jacket. “I am doing what I have to do to keep your mother alive, Zara. Now, roll down your sleeves. No one needs to see those god awful tattoos of yours, either.”He drops his head back to focus on the paperwork in front of him, dismissing me.
Slamming the door shut, my middle finger sticks up as I leave. He has no clue about half of the ink that covers my body under these suits.
Storming towards the questioning room, I get there just as the door opens.
“You need to stay out of this,” Alex warns, running a hand through his mop of dark hair.
“I got the message,” I snap.
He leans against the wall, nearly blocking the narrow hall. “You sure you want to go in there on your own?”
“Why shouldn’t I?”One of my hands lands on my hip.
