Page 80 of Fall Before Her Throne

Samuel laughed. “Of course not.”

“What else do you know about the case?” My eyes were caught on the color of Leona’s tongue.

“From what I’ve heard, they have enough to bring a case against the entire Five Families organization. Luciano Vero was reportedly their source, but since his death, the investigation has slowed.”

RICO cases were supported by the testimony of soldiers within a criminal organization. If the government’s goal was to connect every crime boss in the city and take them all out in one sweep, they would want an airtight case with as much documentation as possible.

A Head turning on the others would have been too good to pass up. But how did Luciano think he would get away with it? Did they offer him immunity? A reduced prison sentence?

“What do they want with Leona?” I asked. “She’s listening, by the way.”

“Hello, Samuel,” she said brightly. Her hands trailed down my abs until they reached the button of my trousers. I gave her a stern look, a warning. She grinned, immediately ready to disobey.

“Ah, hello, beauty,” he responded, oblivious to the movement of Leona’s fingers. My hand closed over hers. “The agents you’ve recently met, were their names Jack Greer and Farrah Badawi?”

“Yes,” she answered. “We haven’t seen them since they ambushed us at Ryu’s club.”

“They are breathing down my neck to get that interview with you,” he said. Leona frowned, and I smoothed my palm over her hair. “They’ve been calling my office three times a day. I can’t hold them off forever.”

“Ugh,” she sighed in frustration, but her fingers forged devious paths from my thighs to my waistband. “What do they want?”

“I am certain they will ask you to provide information on the whereabouts and activities of Maximiliano Volpe.” He paused for a moment. “They’re looking for him, too. Apparently, he’s been connected with deaths across the eastern seaboard. From Pennsylvania to New York.”

The Vokshi Clan deaths. After Leona was kidnapped, and as we chased the Vokshi Clan across states, we had left plenty of bodies in our wake. We had planted trails of evidence that pointed towards Volpe before we teamed up against them.

“Do you know where he is?” Samuel asked.

Leona paused her mischievous hands and looked up, waiting for me to respond.

“Why do you ask?”

“I need to know what to expect in the days ahead,” he said carefully. “And who I should consider while building our defense.”

Samuel was one of my oldest friends. He wasn’t fishing for information in order to betray us, but to ask what our stance was regarding Volpe. The last we had spoken face-to-face, Leona had told Samuel she wished to create her own legacy, built from her father’s empire. He knew we had a conflict with Volpe in the past.

“He is with us.”

Leona’s hands continued their movement over my trousers, rubbing against my cock. I tilted her head up so she could see the second warning in my eyes, and I could see the heat in hers.

Samuel hmm’d. “I thought he might be. What is your plan here, Obi?”

Leona undid the button and sank her hand inside my pants. I cupped the back of her head and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “Keep going, and you’ll earn a punishment.”

She stilled.

“What are you asking?” I said to Samuel.

“If the FBI wants Volpe, perhaps it is worth considering their offer,” he responded. “It would get their attention off you and your family, and once the case is settled, you’d have one less potential enemy.”

It would be an efficient way to get rid of him. But before that were to happen—if it happened at all—we needed to gain as much information about the Camorra from him as possible.

Leona looked up at me, and then something in her eyes glinted. Her hands started moving again, and my teeth gritted together when her palm closed around my hard cock. Fuck.

“We’re not snitches,” Leona said, squeezing my length. “I don’t care what they want from me. I’m not going to break the biggest rule the mafia actually has.”

“I understand,” Samuel replied. “But you understand that will make them come harder at you.”

“Let them come,” she responded. My cock twitched in her grip.