“Dad got a call. By tomorrow, this city is not going to know what hit it.”
Kev returned his brother’s grin. “About damn time.”
“The Calabrese have waited a long time for this day.”
Siena tried to remain calm as she listened to the conversation between her brothers. She didn’t let a single emotion crack through her calm facade. If Kev or Darren thought Siena was planning something, or was even a little too interested in their conversation, she had no doubt they would lock her in even more than they already had.
At the moment, it was a risk she was not willing to take.
Sure, they didn’t mention any names, and were careful about details. It didn’t matter. It was enough for her to figure out something bad was going to happen.
Something between the Marcello and Calabrese families.
Something that probably involved John.
And she just couldn’t allow that to happen.
“Does he want us to head over there just in case?” Kev asked.
Darren shrugged, and dropped into the chair beside his older brother. “No, he’s sure he can handle it alone. He did mention something else, though.”
“What’s that?”
“I guess you-know-who is sounding even more unstable today.”
Two pairs of blue eyes drifted in Siena’s direction. Her gaze was firmly stuck on the computer screen in front of her, but she still saw her brothers’ passing glance out of the corner of her eye.
That confirmed it.
Without any doubt.
They were talking about John.
They were planning something.
Tonight.
Siena’s fingers drifted over the keys on the keyboard. Random letters and numbers appeared in the tables, but didn’t actually make any sense. She only wanted her brothers to think she was working, after all.
The two continued talking, albeit quieter than before. It was hard for Siena to discern their conversation, so she opted to continue typing.
Not for long, though.
When she thought Kev and Darren were too distracted in their conversation, she took the risk of standing from her chair.
Neither one of her brothers missed it.
“Where the fuck are you going?” Kev asked.
Siena didn’t hesitate. “To the bathroom. I have to change my tam—”
At just the suggestion she was on her period—she hadn’t had a period since starting the shot two years ago—both of her brothers looked like she had smacked them in the face with a shovel.
Had it been any other time, she might have laughed.
“Go, then.”
Darren scowled. “But hurry up and finish here, Siena. We have other shit to do tonight.”