“I’m heading out. You two can stay here and talk about the crazy women in your lives.”
Neither man heard me. They were too busy talking about what they would do if anything happened to their wives. I left the conference room and returned to my office. Standing in front of my window, I pulled my cellphone out of my pocket and scrolled until I found Terzo’s number. He answered on the fourth ring.
“Crazy ass Cattaneo, are you still walking with a limp?” Terzo drawled.
“Crazy ass DeLuca, are you still jealous of your cousins for finding love?” I asked.
“Low blow, Rome. Low... fucking... blow.”
“You started it,” I told him.
“Fair point.”
“How’s the search for Oro DeLuca going?”
“That fucker is still in the wind. The entire organization is after him, and we haven’t found shit yet. Enzo’s losing his damn mind over this. Stefano is too.”
“I bet. How are Sienna and Eve?”
A scream sounded in the background, followed by the sound of a chainsaw. Was he in the process of torturing someone?
“They’re good. They want to go out and hunt him down, too. They made us promise that if we found him, they’d be allowed to torture him before we killed him for betraying us.”
Damn, those ladies were savage.
“I was actually calling to see if Sienna would be interested in working at the casino for a while, helping out with translations.”
“Hell yeah, she would. She’s going crazy being at home every day, all day. With Tower D closed for renovations, she and Eve have been losing their minds trying to find something to do. I think she’d love to help. Plus, this could be my way of making it up to her for not bringing her with me to interrogate a guy today. Do you want me to ask her for you?”
“Yeah, that would be great.”
“Just know, if she comes, Eve will probably want to come too. And right now, Enzo and Stefano...”
“Are clinging to them like a second skin,” I finished for him. “I heard that from Davide.”
“Oh, well. Yeah. They won’t let them out of their sight. Especially Stefano. So, if Sienna comes, they may come too. Hell, I may as well come too. We can have a party.”
I sighed. “Just ask her for me. Our security is tight here. She’ll be safe.”
“When do you want her to start?” Terzo asked.
“Tomorrow, if she can. If she can be here tomorrow morning at nine am, that would be great.”
“I’ll tell her.”
“Hey, Terzo. There’s one more thing I need your help with.”
“What’s up?”
“You remember my cousin, Marcel. The one that was kidnapped and brought to Italy.”
And then fucking tortured. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. Just thinking about what happened to him had me wanting to kill those fucking Bianchis all over again.
“Yeah, I remember Marcel. How is he?”
“He’s... he’s okay. Still traumatized. He’s still uncomfortable about leaving the house.”
“He knows those fuckers who hurt him are dead, right?”
