The shadow steps into the light.
It’s Dominic!
He runs over to the window. Placing his gun next to him, he works the latch.
I bite the inside of my cheek to keep my face neutral.
If they see where I’m looking, he’s dead.
Lucia spots him too, her eyes widening.
I step in front of her, forcing myself to laugh to keep their attention on me. “You really think you’ve beaten me? After all this?”
I tap the pipe behind us with the heel of my boot.
The latch clicks open, the noise is drowned out by my tapping.
“Stop doing that!” Salvatore snarls, lifting his gun. “You’re already beaten, Farfalla. You just don’t know it yet.”
The window eases open.
Dominic slips inside like a ghost, his gun drawn.
“If you think I’m going to beg,” My eyes locked on theirs, “you’re dead wrong.”
Bruno scoffs and points his gun at us. “Any last words?”
“You’re a monster!” Lucia spits. “We trusted you. You were family!”
I grab her arm to quiet her.
“Actually, I do have some last words.” I fold my arms and glare at them.
“For fucks sake, Cipi, give it up.” Bruno snarls.
Salvatore sighs, “Very well, Farfalla, what is it?”
Dominic sneaks up behind them.
I grin. “Checkmate.”
Chapter fifty-five
“Don’t move,” Dominic booms. His voice echoes through the barren space.
Salvatore and Bruno look at each other, but remain calm and collected.
Their guns are still pointed at us.
“Dominic Cartieri. I was wondering when you were going to join us.” Salvatore’s lip curls. “After all, you were the distraction we needed to keep Cipi from finding out the truth.”
“You should really be thanking us.” Bruno adds. “We’re the reason you two are together again.”
“Drop the guns,” Dominic snarls.
They don't. Instead they grip their weapons tighter.
“You’re outnumbered,” Salvatore growls.
