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“Let me ask you something,” he goes on while I take another mouthful.
I nod. I suppose I should indulge him, he did bring me food after all.
He eyes me levelly. “I can understand you being shaken up. Trust me, we were surprised to find you at the warehouse.”
“You know you’re all implicated in this mess now. It won’t matter what I say to my uncle,” I tell him. That’s a growing concern.
He tuts at me. “You think I don’t know this?”
“What are you going to do?”
“You’re on a need-to-know basis,princess.”
“Kind of involves me, doesn’t it? Are you going to let me go?”
“As I said, you’ll know when I know.”
“Quite ironic when you think about it, isn’t it?” I muse. I have no grounds to be this flippant with him, but it’s just pouring on out of me.
He frowns, “What’s ironic?”
I can tell without a doubt that his patience is wearing thin. “From one crime family to another.”
“Trust me when I say, this crime family will burn all others to the ground.”
“I don’t doubt it.”
He shifts in his stance. “Did you hear anything that could help us find out who these men were that held you?” he asks.
“No, they spoke in another language, Czech or something similar.”
He looks at me sharply but doesn’t utter a word.
Oh yes, Marco Medici. You’re a man of few words, but you can’t hide from me.
“When my uncle gets hold of this, he’s going to want heads on a platter,” I tell him. “I’m sure you’re probably aware that he’s not the most agreeable man to get along with. When it comes to family, red is the only color he will see.”
“Heads are already on platters,” he tells me firmly. “And we don’t need any help doing our job, thank you very much.”
I laugh. “Like you can stop him.”
His eyes dart to me again. “For now, stay here, eat your food, and do not throw anything else at me,” he orders.
“I threw everything I could,” I tell him, in between gorging myself, then add, “Can I get seconds?”
“No. If you want seconds, you come down to the table like a good little girl. I’m not your servant.” His lips curl at the notion, knowing I won’t do that.
“Pity,” I mutter.
I can feel the tension radiating from him. I’m a brat, I know this. Except winding him up seems to be my new favorite pastime.
“You think I’m going to throw you all under the bus?” I quip as he’s about to leave.
I can tell the thought has more than once crossed his mind.
He folds his arms over his chest and assesses me. “I don’t know what game you’re playing, Katiya,” he all but growls. “But I’m the one in control here.”
“You?” I snark. “Or your brother?”
