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“Oh, shit, this is some good stuff,” she heard the one with the bruised eye say.
Liz listened as she heard one of them sniff up something sharply, then call out with a howl of unflinching approval. She was smart enough to realize that the men were snorting cocaine, the influence of the drug mixed with alcohol, removing any subtlety to their discussion.
“Fucking right, brother,” the other one said. “We deserve it after all that horse shit with the Fontanas, am I right?”
Liz frowned, then bent over deeper, pretending to stretch out her feet as she leaned against the stage.
She heard the two of them cackle with laughter, followed by two more long streams of snorting and even more conniving convulsions of hysterics.
“Those stupid motherfuckers! They really have to be off their shit to not notice a big load missing off the top!”
“You’re so right, man. If they’re that dumb, they deserve to get fucked!”
They started laughing again, followed by a few more long, deep inhales. Liz didn’t have any experience with illegal drugs other than the pills she had been handing out that night via code words, but she knew enough about cocaine to know that she shouldn’t linger.
Like Ben, the men were already unhinged when it came to the ultimate power of their positions in the mob. On top of that was their possible shifter nature, and when you add a hyper stimulant to the equation, you are definitely in for a shitload of unpleasantness.
Liz thought she had heard enough. Obviously, the Moretti’s weren’t hacking their own supply. They were skimming off the Fontanas’ and setting up the family for a mob war of epic proportions. They must be slipping the money in with the poker money and not reporting it. If the Fontana’s started suspecting the other mob family, Ben would have no way to explain the cherry on top deposits that these jerks had stolen. She stood and began slowly making her way back to the bar when she accidentally walked into someone.
“Sorry!” she called out instinctually.
Liz had been lost in her own mind, excited to share the news with Ben while attempting to formulate an excuse to leave the party. She didn’t realize that the man she’d struck shoulders with was the very same man who had lit the match on the bonfire of her inconveniences.
It was Vito, who seemed instantly vexed by her presence. Although Ben was the one who came after her, she had no doubts that Vito learned who she was quickly after that. She doubted he would take lightly to a human woman nearly outing his rash methods.
“What are you doing here?” he seethed, eyes narrowing like a hunter.
Liz tried to flirt her way out of it, giggling and waving a hand in the air casually.
“I’m not sure who you mean, sweetheart, but I promise you, I’m not like any of the other girls you’ve had.”
She tried to walk away after winking and felt her heart lurch into her throat when he grabbed her by the wrist.
“You’re not fucking going anywhere, darling,” he snapped at her.
Liz didn’t want to make a scene, so she let him hold her wrist. Aggression was often the first option when it came to shifters and mobsters. She moved into him, even reaching for his face when he slapped her hand away hard.
It stung, and that was when she started to panic.
“Vito, I …”
“Shut the fuck up,” he sneered.
Vito began to pull her around the party by her wrist, searching for the very same Moretti brothers she had spied on. Members of the event were looking at her, but not in a way that implied any concern. Most were used to seeing a woman being dragged around like a reluctant dog on a leash.
“Where the fuck are they?” Vito called out.
Eventually, he came upon the semi-private room near the stage, snatching the curtain away and yanking her in with him. The bruised Moretti, along with the other one, was bent over a glass table, having lined up yet another hit with their prestigious credit cards.
Their eyes were bloodshot and dozy, gazing up at Vito and Liz stupidly.
“The fuck, man,” the bruised boy said.
Vito waved her hand back and forth like she was an item he had just purchased at the discount mart.
“Do you know who the hell this is?” he snarled.
They looked at her, eyes running up and down her body like the slithering of snakes. It sent a chill up her spine that was the furthest away from being pleasing as it could get.
