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“I see Nino’s brother is here tonight.”
Nino was the one in charge, but Giacomo was the enforcer. All reports were that he carried out Nino’s orders, kept the others in line. “He looks bored. And angry.”
We stood in silence for a few minutes. “Did you at least bring a gun in that bag?” I asked.
“Ma dai.” He sounded annoyed, so I took it to mean that he did have a gun on him.
“Stay where you are,” I murmured. “They’re all leaving.”
Giulio moved in and began kissing my throat. While this succeeded in hiding his face from the Buscettas, it distracted the shit out of me. “Stop that.”
“I can’t. Being in this club makes me want you on your knees again.”
A smile tugged at my lips as I watched Nino and his crew head toward the door. I didn’t want to lose them.
“Come on,” I told Giulio. “Pull your hat low and keep your head down.”
We left the club to find Nino and Giacomo facing off on the sidewalk. I quickly dragged Giulio against the side of the building, making sure to keep his back to the brothers, and began nuzzling his throat. “Listen,” I mumbled against his skin, watching Nino from under my lashes.
“ . . . am I supposed to do about this meeting?” Giacomo snarled.
“You’ll be fine, fratello.” Nino was bouncing on his feet, unable to keep still from all the coke in his system. “Use your head for once. I know there’s a brain in there somewhere.” Nino pressed his finger against his brother’s forehead.
Giacomo shoved Nino’s hand aside. “Fuck off. This is your deal, not mine. You can’t leave.”
“You are so needy,” Nino said with a roll of his eyes. “Maybe it’s time I give you more responsibility. Then we’ll see if you sink or swim.”
“You’re thinking with your dick.”
“You should try it sometime. That is, if your dick still works.” Nino and his men laughed like this was hilarious.
Giacomo said nothing, just glared as Nino got into the back seat of his car. Two of Nino’s men got in the front. When Nino’s car pulled away, Giacomo stormed back into the club.
“They’re gone,” I said. “This way.”
When we found my motorbike, I tossed Giulio the helmet. “Hop on.” I didn’t wait for him to argue or complain. I got on the bike and started it up. “Hurry.”
When Giulio climbed on behind me, I zoomed off. I knew where Nino was going. At least, I suspected based on his conversation with Giacomo. And Giulio and I had camped out at the mistress’s house for three nights now, so I was well familiar with the route.
Soon I could see Nino’s car. We stopped at a traffic light and Giulio rubbed my stomach absently. Almost caressing me. I reached back to clutch his hip, needing to feel him. I couldn’t ever get enough. He was my greatest weakness and my greatest strength.
The light changed color and we started up. Eventually Nino’s car turned down his mistress’s street. I kept going, not wanting to alert his guards that we were following.
I turned down the next side street, then cut off the engine. Giulio took off the helmet and replaced it with his cap. “What’s the plan?” he asked.
“We’ll wait ten minutes. By then, Nino should be distracted and his men bored.”
“Or he could be finished in ten minutes.”
“Not with all the coke in his system,” I said. I opened the bike’s storage compartment and took out two pistols, silencers, masks, and a few magazines. “Let’s get closer. We’ll deal with his guards first. Then we go inside.”
“How do you want to do this? You said the car windows were bullet proof. We have to get them out of the car to kill them.”
I took two lemons out of my coat.
His brows shot up. “Are you serious? In the exhaust pipes?” He pressed his lips together, eyes now filled with laughter. “Are we teenage boys again?”
“Laugh if you want, but it works. And when the car stalls they will get out to investigate.”
