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“John Junior è fuori. Ho sentito che il trifoglio arriverà in città la prossima settimana.” One of the men next to me whispers to his friend.John Junior is out—yeah, because I fucking took him out, motherfucker.But the part abouttheClover coming to town—now, that’s interesting.
I order another drink, swirling the liquid around in my cup before throwing it back.
“You know, Donatello is getting suspicious. He knows something is going on. Heads will roll when he figures it out, and I for one won't be on the wrong fucking team when that happens,” the other guy responds. Donatello… maybe I should inform him of my presence. Then again, he probably already fucking knows. This is his country after all; he should know who’s coming and going. “Pensi che andranno fino in fondo? Prendere la nipote di Donatello è un vaffanculo.”
My hand clenches around my glass. They’re talking about taking Donatello’s granddaughter. What fucking idiota is stupid enough to try something like that? My mind is running through the possibilities. Does he know about their plans? Is that whytheywanted me here? How deep does this go? I’ve been in the country less than a day, and I’ve managed to stumble across this information fairly easily. Surely a man of Donatello’s standing would be aware of the threat already… unless his rat is high up in the ranks.
“He won’t see it coming. He’d never suspect his underboss to be cutting him out. Giovani knows the way to send the old man spiraling is by making his precious princess disappear.” Giovani? I type the name into my phone. I know who the fucker is. Is he really capable of betraying Donatello though? Anything’s possible. This is the reason I never fully trust anyone; someone is always looking to outdo you. Holly may be the only exception to that rule. That woman would have my back no matter what. I know it. She’s proven it time and time again. I stand on wobbly legs and fall into the guy beside me. “Watch it!” he yells in broken English.
“Sorry, bud, shouldn’t have had that last one,” I slur and make my way to the door. It’s not until I’m in the shadows of the sidewalk and on my way back to the shitty little condo, that I take out the phone I swiped from the fat fucker at the bar.
* * *
“Get a fucking room. Jesus Christ!” I curse as I enter the condo to find Lana and Alexei on the sofa. Naked. Naked on the goddamn sofa. Fucking! Some things you cannot unsee. Alexei’s white fucking Russian ass being one of them.
“Shut up. You’re just jealous you’re not getting any. What did you find out?” Lana’s footsteps follow me into the kitchen. I don’t turn around. “Please tell me you at least put fucking clothes on before walking in here.”
“Of course she has clothes on. You think I’d let your depraved ass see her naked,” Alexei growls.
Spinning around, I smirk at him. “What makes you think I haven’t already? We were engaged for two years, you know.” I haven’t, and I don’t ever fucking want to, but he doesn’t need to know that. Seconds later, I’m looking down the barrel of a Glock.
“Fuck you. You dirty fucking Italian bastard,” Alexei grunts. The smirk doesn’t drop from my face, and not because I think he isn’t capable of pulling the trigger. I know he is. No, it’s because I know hewon’t—Lana would never allow him to take me out.
“L, be a doll and rein in your boyfriend,” I tell her before turning back around and stalking away. “Also, a word of advice,comrade: You’re in Italy. If you plan on making it out alive, try to refrain from ever repeating that phrase.” I head to my room and grab my phone. I know I spoke to Holly not that long ago, but I need to hear her voice.
“T, are you okay?” She sounds rushed, breathless, when she finally picks up.
“Holly, what’s wrong? Why are you panting?” I ask, already pulling up Neo’s number on my spare burner.
“I was in the shower. I ran out when I heard the phone ringing,” she says.
“You were in the shower? So, right now, you’re naked? Dripping wet and naked for me?”
“I have a towel on. But, yes, other than that, I’m dripping wet everywhere else.”
“Where are you?”
“At theway-over-the-tophouse you bought in Bondi. Are we moving to Sydney? Why would you buy such a big property here, T?”
“I bought it for us. We’ll grow into it. We’re not moving, Holly, but we’ll vacation there a lot, I suspect.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Are you in the master suite?”
“Yes.”
“Go lock the door,” I instruct her. I hear her footsteps and then a click.
“Holly, you need to learn to lock your doors. You were in the shower. Anyone could have walked in.”
“Well, the last time someone just so happened to help themselves into my space, I ended up marrying the guy, so I’d say that tends to work out well for me.” She laughs.
“Your safety is not a joke. Now, go and lie on the bed.”
“Oh, bossy much? Why am I lying on the bed? I’m going to get water all over the blankets.”
“I’ll buy you new blankets. Just do it.”
