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She started to stand but he grabbed her arm to stop her. “Don’t leave.”
She looked at Carmine with confusion. “What?”
“I just . . . fuck. Just stay, okay?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “It’s late. I should find a hotel.”
He groaned loudly, the noise sounding like a growl. “Look, I’m not telling you what to do. If you want to go, tesoro, by all means go, but I’d rather you stay.”
“I, uh . . .” she started, but she trailed off when his phone rang again.
Five minutes had already passed.
Carmine cursed, answering it quickly. “I’m coming, sir.”
“Now,” Corrado barked before hanging up.
Carmine stood, eyeing Haven carefully. ”Just . . . wait for me, okay?”
She didn’t say a word but she also made no move to leave, so he wasn’t sure what she was thinking. He didn’t have time to stick around and figure it out, though, so he gave her one last look before grabbing his gun and bolting for the door. He stepped outside as a memory hit him, the last time he had said those words to her running through his mind.
She had refused to wait for him that day.
He glanced behind him at the house as he headed down the street, hoping like hell she would wait this time.
41
Carmine’s phone was ringing again by the time he reached Corrado’s, but he didn’t bother answering it since he was so close. Corrado’s car was parked along the curb, the headlights blacked out but engine running. Carmine climbed in the passenger side and gave his uncle a cautious glance, seeing the look of impatience on his face, and tensed in anticipation of him snapping. Corrado closed his phone and Carmine’s instantly stopped ringing, but he didn’t say a word.
Corrado pulled away and sped down the street, waiting until he was a block away before flipping on his headlights. Carmine surveyed his uncle, noticing he wore his black leather gloves, and instantly knew something serious was happening.
“I hope you had a nice time with Haven tonight,” Corrado said, shattering the tense silence.
“Uh, yeah, I did,” Carmine replied. “Thank you for everything you did for her. She told me about it all.”
“No reason to thank me,” he said coolly. “I was only doing the job that was given to me, Carmine. That’s what we do. Personal feelings are irrelevant. We follow orders and one thing you should know about me by now—one thing I hope you respect me for—is the fact that I don’t fail when I take on a task. Ever.”
Carmine nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. And I didn’t want to interrupt your evening, but it’s time.”
Carmine eyed him warily, wondering what time it was, but Corrado didn’t elaborate and Carmine knew better than to question him.
A bad feeling seeped into Carmine’s bones as Corrado drove without saying another word toward a rough area in the south side of Chicago. It was fairly deserted except for the occasional scraggly passersby, the street aligned on both sides with condemned buildings covered in graffiti. It was gang territory, the part of town where they battled for control of corners no one really wanted in the first place. They killed one another for the fuck of it, for the right to rule the forsaken streets.
The fact that they were there, moving deeper into the midst of gangland territory, didn’t sit well with Carmine. He reached under his shirt and felt his gun secured in his waistband, his thumb flicking the safety off just in case.
“Do the thugs in this neighborhood scare you?” Corrado asked, noticing his movement.
“No,” he replied. “I just know anyone who comes to this side of town is up to no good.”
“True,” Corrado responded, pausing before adding, “It’ll be over quick.”
His cryptic words sent Carmine’s heart pounding furiously. They neared the end of the main street and took a left onto another narrow road, stopping halfway down. Corrado cut the engine and opened his door, hesitating as he glanced at Carmine. “Leave your gun in the car. You seem to have an itchy trigger finger tonight.”
o;Black coffee.”
“Seriously? All of this fancy caramel chai frappe cappu-fucking-ccino venti latte bullshit and you get plain coffee?” She nodded and he chuckled, pulling her hand up and pressing a kiss on the back of it. “That’s the Haven I remember, the one who likes the simple shit.”
