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Sure, like it’s that easy to hire somebody to do a possible suicide mission. Let me just make a Craigslist ad for that.
I’m not going to question Victor though, especially since I do know a few people who would do anything for cash.
“All right. And, uh, what about Angel?”
“Leave him. Unless you intend to calm him down somehow?” Victor smirks at me, and I freeze. He can’t possibly know about… “He’ll be with Lucia now, anyway. A quick fuck and he’ll be fine.”
That makes sense, until I remember exactly how angry Angel is right now. “He’s going to kill her! He thinks she fucked Ricci!” And she might have. It’s not like I’d asked her how she knew him.
Victor makes a noncommittal sound. “Then he kills her. She gave us what we wanted. If she can’t handle Angelo, there’s no point in keeping her around, anyway.”
“Wait, what about your plan, with the videos, and…”
“We have plenty of footage now. We’re fine either way.”
“Victor, we aren’t going to get shit from her father if we can’t produce hisliving, breathingdaughter,” I protest. I want to run upstairs and tear Angel away from Lucia and make sure he doesn’t hurt her. It’s not her fault she recognized Nico’s killer, and I doubt she knows just who he is to Angel.
“All right,” Victor says. He pulls out his wallet and throws several hundred-dollar bills on the table. “I bet Angelo won’t kill her.”
I stare at him. It’s not like I didn’t know he was a callous motherfucker—it’s not likeIcan’t occasionally be one too—but I’d thought there was something. A connection. A reason to keep her around. “Really?” I ask, pinching the bridge of my nose. “You’re really willing to bet on something like that? What if you’re wrong?”
“Then I’m a few hundred dollars poorer.” Victor raises his brows at me. “Who do you think has a better read on Angelo and Lucia? You or me?”
I scowl at him. I know better than to bet against Victor, but this… “Fine,” I say. “I’ll leave them alone.”
“Why don’t you go watch some security footage? The guest suite you left Lucia in should have an interesting show now. And get out. I have other things to do.”
God, he’s a cold bastard sometimes. I can’t help but admire it, at least a little, even if I don’t like it very much right now.
All I can do is hope he’s right, because I’m pretty sure that if I storm in on them upstairs, I’ll only make things worse. I just have to hope Lucia can hold her own against Angel.
I leave the office without another word, heading straight for the security room. If I can’t be there, I’ll watch.
At least then I’ll know what I’ll be walking into later.
15
Angelo
I’m so angry that I can barely see anything. I’ve been looking for Alfonso Ricci for the past seven years. The fucker’s a ghost, one of the best killers on Pavone’s payroll. It took us a whole year just to find out that he was the one who pulled the trigger and shot my brother right in front of me.
Sometimes I wake up, sweating hard, feeling Nico’s blood splattering on my face.
The thought of getting my hands on Ricci got me through those nights. Imagining what I’d do to him, how I’d strip the skin from his flesh and listen to him scream. My brother was everything to me. He helped me after our mom left and after Dad died. He’d built our family up to what it was today, with support from me and Victor. If not for Bellini and Ricci, it would still be Nico at the head of our organization, not Victor.
And now Ricci’s in town, within our grasp, and Saint and Victor are nonchalant about it all? Fuck them.
But most of all, fuck Bellini and his entire family. I storm into the guest suite, practically slamming the door open. “Did you fucking know, you whore?”
She isn’t in the suite, but I can hear the shower running. She thinks she gets to enjoy luxuries while she’s with us? After her lies and tricks, after what her father did to us?
I open the bathroom door violently, and Lucia yelps. She can’t possibly expect any privacy in here, but I doubt she expected me to storm in on her, either. Too fucking bad.
I push the shower door aside and grab her wrist, pulling her out with a hard yank. She stumbles over the shower curb and yelps again as she crashes into me.
“Did you fucking know?” I growl at her.
Water’s streaming down her face and from her hair, and from the looks of it, she just started bathing as well. It makes her slippery to hold, but I only tighten my grasp on her.
