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Nikolas pats my shoulder. “Just warn us if you’re going to start shooting up the place.”
“Don’t give him any ideas,” Liam chuckles.
Gabriel has always been on the quiet side, so it doesn’t surprise me when he just grunts.
Reaching the door, Luca glances at us. “Ready?”
We all nod.
He gives me a look of warning. “I’ve worked my ass off for this meeting. Please, don’t screw it up for me.”
Using my pointer finger, I circle a halo above my head.
Luca rolls his eyes, then swipes the keycard through the lock.
We all file into the suite where the five members of the Cosa Nostra are waiting with drinks in their hands.
Greco’s son took over after I killed his father, so this should be fun.
Greco junior’s eyes lock on me, but there’s more curiosity than vengeance in his gaze.
Interesting. I bet there’s a story there. Pity I don’t care enough to find out what it is.
“Gentlemen,” Luca greets with a nod.
I don’t bother shaking their hands, and finding a wall to lean my shoulder against, I cross my arms over my chest.
Parisi glances at me, and when our eyes lock, the tension quickly builds in the room.
“It doesn’t look like Mr. Vetrov wants to sign a peace treaty,” he mentions before taking a sip of his drink.
“I want an apology,” I say.
“We let you kill Salvatore.”
“That was for me. You have to apologize to Rosalie.”
I’m only doing it to humiliate them. I think it will also give Rosalie more of her confidence back to have the five men grovel for her forgiveness.
Which she won’t give.
Before any of the Cosa Nostra can say something, I continue, “She had a concussion and a broken wrist, and one of your fucking guards sexually assaulted her. I want a verbal fucking apology for all the shit you put her through. Only then will I agree to a peace treaty.”
“And if we don’t apologize?” Greco junior asks.
I shrug. “I’ll make the streets of New York flow with Sicilian blood. A death for every tear my woman cried at your hands.”
“Jesus,” Messina mutters. “Just get the woman on the line so we can get this over with.”
“We have our own condition,” Parisi says as I pull my phone out of my pocket. “None of you set foot in New York, and we’ll stay out of your territories.”
“Works for me,” Nikolas agrees.
“Me too,” Liam seconds him.
Gabriel lets out a bored sigh which I feel in my soul.
Stepping away from the group, so they won’t hear what I say to Rosalie, I dial her number.
