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“You okay?” I asked, and her dark eyes finally met mine.
“Fine,” she said without a hint of emotion.
“You don’t seem fine,” I prodded. I didn’t know why I gave a shit about how she felt. It was done.
“You don’t know me, Enzo.”
That’s where she was wrong. I knew her more than she knew herself.
I turned on my heels and stopped in front of her. “If I knew this was gonna upset you so much, I wouldn’t have let you kill him.”
“You think that’s what I’m upset about? Youreallydon’t know me like you think you do.” She flashed a dark smile, and I couldn’t help but let my own lips creep into one as well.
I tapped my foot on the ground. “I'll bite. What is it, then?”
“None of your business,” she muttered.
“Alright, suit yourself.” I turned around and kept walking toward the house. I wouldn’t argue with her or play these pathetic little games. If she wanted to talk, she knew where to find me.
We remained quiet for the rest of the walk, with only the sound of rustling bushes and chirping birds to break up the silence. I opened the back door for her, and she rolled her eyes at me.
“You're welcome,” I quipped as she pushed past me.
Once we were back in my room, she looked down at the blood splatter on her hand. The wind was not your friend during an execution. I should have thought that through. I gestured toward the bathroom. She hurried inside, and the water began to run before the door even closed. She couldn't wait a moment longer to get the blood off her skin.
I slipped off my muddy shoes and sat on the couch. The leather molded around my body and welcomed me. I let out a sigh, leaned back, and laced my hands behind my head, closing my eyes for mere moments before the bathroom door creaked open. I kept my eyes shut and didn’t react until the feel of her fingers on my belt buckle demanded my attention. I sat up and looked into Gia’s hungry eyes. She seemed like she was starving for me and I wanted to feed her, let her devour me, but...Ah, it all made sense now.
“Girl, you definitely are Cosa Nostra,” I groaned.
“How so?” She stopped her assault on my buckle and stared at me.
“We just murdered someone, and your pussy is wet, am I right?”
She squinted her eyes as if she realized what my words meant. With a sigh, she sat beside me on the couch.
I turned toward her. “It's not a bad thing, babygirl. We ain't wired right. If we were, we wouldn't be in this business in the first place.”
“Eh, I’m better than this,” she said with a drop of her shoulders.
Goddamn it,I cursed to myself.So close.I shouldn't have stopped her. She could have had her moment of realization later, after I’d spilled my come down her throat.
Atheist ran over and threw his huge body between us, drool dripping from his jowls. Gia rubbed his body, resting her head against him.
“It doesn’t bother you that I’m the reason your uncle is dead?” Her voice was low and insecure. Again, nothing like my Gia.
“Lorenzo is the reason Lorenzo is dead, not you,” I said with a dismissive wave of my hand.
“But if I wasn’t here—”
“He’d still have done something to piss me off sooner or later. Lorenzo’s had a bullet with his name on it ever since he came back to us.”
“What happened with that, anyway?” she asked as she drew her legs toward her chest.
“Drugs.” I shook my head. “We don’t fuck with drugs. Not at that volume. The feds were sniffing his ass, so he tucked his tail and came back for protection.”
“Lotta good that did,” Gia said with a pained smile. “You guys didn’t worry about the drug trail leading back to you?”
“Nah. Well, I did, but Silvio said, ‘He’s family!’ and let the motherfucker back in.” I shook my head again. Silvio was the most reckless and selfish leader. He didn't think before he did a damn thing, and this business ran poorly on goddamn whims. We needed cool, calculated, and methodical responses to everything. Anything else would be like going into a board meeting with a fucking pigeon in your briefcase—useless for anything other than drawing attention where it shouldn't be drawn.
