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“There’s a chance she’s said something about you too, isn’t there?” Without even having to tell him everything Miceli and I discussed, he’d figured it out on his own. “We should go.”
“I thought the same,” I said with a sigh. “But where? Anywhere we go right now puts us in danger. I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of running and looking over my shoulder. I’m tired of not having anything because of whatever happened with our father.” Rumors about him stealing money were just that, rumors. I’d never believe daddy would be so careless or money hungry. Something else happened and the only person who could figure it out was Miceli, since he was on the inside.
“This is all so messed up,” Kyle hissed, fisting his hair. “We’re trapped. The second Miceli finds out who we are and what we’re doing here, he’ll sell us out.”
I didn’t think so. From everything he said and his demeanor, I’d say he hates them about as much as we did. “No. He’s after the person who killed his wife. At least, that’s what he confirmed tonight. Us telling him the truth might make his job more complicated, but he’ll have to listen to reason. Maybe we’re after the same person.”
“Would you listen to yourself?” Kyle snapped. “We don’t know killed our parents. Police think it’s tied to his shady work, which means the families are probably under the microscope too. Have you ever stopped to think Miceli is caught up in this, too?”
No. Not after what I’d learned about the company—his company. “He didn’t use daddy’s services. Ever. He has an accounting department within Daidone Holdings. What I did know, though, is that several of the other families trusted daddy and something terrible happened.”
“Yeah, dad took their money!” Kyle quipped, jumping to his feet.
“You can’t believe that, Kyle.” I exhaled hard. “There was no reason for him to steal. He was being paid more than we could spend. What exactly would daddy get out of taking their money?”
“Security? Blackmail? I don’t know,” my brother grumbled, sitting back down. “We’re the ones who were hurt the most in this situation. We’ve lost our money, our freedom. I got shot. You live with the memory of finding me and them. Jesus, Stephanie. We’re royally fucked here.”
“Shh... Keep your voice down!” We were, and we weren’t. “I think I should tell Miceli. He needs to hear the truth from me. If he kicks us out, then at least we know the entire table is corrupt. We could go to the police and tell them we were hiding because you were hurt. There are options for us.”
“We won’t make it that far. You know it, and so do I.”
He had a point. It was the reason we didn’t stick around or go to the police. The minute someone found out we were alive, we’d be killed. There were no ifs or ands about it. “What do you want to do? If we run, we’ll always run and eventually we’ll be killed. If we stay and never tell the truth, we risk eventually slipping up and revealing ourselves.”
“Fuck.” He pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes. “I fucking hate this. I want my life back. I want my friends. I want to be normal.”
So did I. “I don’t think we ever will be normal again.”
He gave a humorless chuckle. “Yeah, thought you might say that.”
“I’m sorry, Kyle,” I whispered, tears blurring my vision. “I thought I was doing what was right in this situation. We’re fucking screwed here.”
He wrapped his arm around me. “It’s not your fault. You did good. You’ve kept us alive and me from getting sick. We need to come up with a foolproof plan. Something we can implement at a moment’s notice. Just in case.”
I agreed. Should something happen to Miceli or should Brooke’s loose lips, since she was taken, reveal anything about us being in Miceli’s home, we needed to run. I wouldn’t risk Rocca being hurt or her losing her father because of us. “Do you have any ideas?”
He rolled his shoulders. “Maybe?”
“You going to fill me in, or do I have to guess?” I smirked, teasing him.
“I think we should have a bag packed, only essentials, and keep it in our car,” he said. “We should also pull all the money off your paycard, so no one can track us. At some point we should go get new phones too. Miceli has your number now. He can find you with that.”
I hadn’t even thought about any of that stuff until Kyle said something. “We can do that in the morning? Make it seem like we’re going shopping or whatever.”
He grunted. “Good idea. When we’re gone, we’re gone. Pack what you want to keep and make sure everything is charged.”
“We’ll get you a new laptop, too. The one you have Miceli bought.”
“Good thinking,” he said.
Yeah, I hoped so, anyway.
The next morning, Kyle and I were up early. I know Miceli said to take the Land Rover whenever I wanted to go out, but my stubborn streak got the best of me. Plus, if we were going to prepare for all hell to break loose, I wanted to do everything in my car. We wouldn’t have to take anything out, nor make anyone suspicious of what we were doing.Ha, leaving in your car is suspicious enough.
I nibbled my bottom lip as I waited for Kyle to finish getting ready. Couldn’t say I wasn’t a little on edge while I thought about what we were doing. Leaving the house on our own was an enormous step after staying within the safety of Miceli’s compound. Add to it what I learned about Brooke. This could either be the second worst day of my life or the best day of my life. The odds were about sixty-forty being bad.
Didn’t stop me though. Doubted anything would now that we had a solid plan. It was what would be best for everyone concerned. The less Miceli knew, the more ignorant he could appear if anyone ever asked him questions. Of course, we’d have to get new identities, so when he used our aliases, nothing would come up. If push came to shove, I was sure I could get with the guy who helped us out. I’d have the cash to make it worth his wild.
“Ready?” Kyle called out, exiting his room. He was wearing the new pair of jeans and shirt I’d bought him a few weeks ago. He’d been such a preppy kid. Button downs, polos, and slacks with douche loafers. He didn’t go anywhere without looking like a frat boy going to a kegger. So, when I saw the few items I’d ordered for him, I wasn’t sure if he’d ever wear a t-shirt and jeans, especially since we had the funds to indulge a little. The combo looked good on him, a step up from his sweats and long sleeve shirts he’d become accustomed to.
