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I stood, my heart racing, and drew my revolver. I cocked it and placed it to the side of his head. The other men dropped their cards and let their hands rest on their hips.
“What do you know?” I asked again, pressing the barrel against his temple.
Bullseye rolled his eyes and grabbed the barrel, pushing it toward the ground. “You ain’t gonna shoot me, Enzo, so put the gun down,” Bullseye said with humorless laughter. He was right. I couldn’t shoot him. He was a made man. “Your brothers have been keeping an eye on that Silvani bitch, is all.”
A shiver crawled up my spine and stopped in my throat. I swallowed hard. “You didn’t think to fucking tell me that?” I knew why my brothers were watching her. My cheeks flushed with warmth.
“I didn’t think it was a big deal. One less Silvani to deal with,” Bullseye said with a shrug as he drew his cigar to his lips and let it hang from them. “Deal up,” he said through clenched teeth, cradling the cigar between his jaws.
Realization washed over me. I hated Gia for doing what she’d done to me, but I couldn’t let her die for what happened at my hands. It wasmysmoking gun, not hers or her father’s. What a time to gain a fucking conscience.
Without another word, I left the club and headed toward the parking lot. I heard them call to me from behind, but there was nothing more to talk about today. I had only one thing on my mind.
Thoughts jumbled in my head. The path I took was unmemorable, and I didn’t recall the twisting turns it took to get back home. I pulled into the big garage and hit the button to close the door. Water dripped from the ceiling, splattering and spreading across the concrete.
My steps echoed as I ran up the stairs and made my way to my room. I opened the door to my bedroom and inhaled the remaining scent of Gia. I ducked beneath my bed, pulled out a lockbox, and opened it, rustling through the paperwork. My hand grabbed a huge stack of money crisply banded together. I fanned it through my fingers, grabbed some of the paperwork, and put it in her bag. With a quick swivel of my head I went to the closet and grabbed some clothes, stuffing them over the money and papers.
“Come on, Atheist, let’s go for a ride,” I said. He didn’t need to be told twice. He bounded toward the door, wagging his nubby tail. His limp was all but gone, and he was always ready for a car ride. Atheist looked back at me and whined. I grabbed his leash, and we walked down the long hallway, his nails clicking on the marble floors. I opened the car door and let him hop into the backseat. “I wish I was half as excited about life as you are, boy,” I whispered as I sat in the driver’s seat, his big, blocky head beside mine.
Nighttime blanketed the sky as I headed toward the mansion on the hill. I knew her family had guards on the property, but it didn’t deter me. I could outmaneuver any of those goons with my gun. Atheist’s body tensed as we pulled around the back of the property on a narrow gravel road that wasn’t meant for cars. He sensed the anxiety racing through me even though I tried to keep it hidden.
“Stay here, boy. I’ll be right back.” I rubbed his head. “Hopefully.”
Crickets chirped as I walked along the wood line. Mosquitoes buzzed around my head, their annoying sounds vibrating in my ears. A beam of light broke through the darkness, and I pinned myself against a tree, holding my breath in anticipation.
“Yeah, no, I miss you too, babe. Tell me what you’re wearing.” The voice of a young guard penetrated the silence. I rolled my eyes at his callous disregard for his job. If I could skirt him easily, so could my brothers. “Yeah? That’s it? Tell me more.” The guard's voice retreated with his footsteps.
I ducked as I walked along the shrubs that lined the walkway toward the side of the house. Like me, Gia lived in the extension of the home, meant for whoever would supersede their father.
I flattened myself against the side of the house and ducked as far as I could as a beam of light swept across the yard in front of me.Fuck,I thought as I withdrew my revolver and clutched it at my side. The beam did one more pass before disappearing.
When the night air was silent and dark again, I peered through her window and watched her walk into the bedroom from her bathroom. Her hair was thrown into a messy bun on her head, and loose hairs fell from it and framed her face. She wore a cami, the thin straps falling past her bare shoulders. Even from here, I saw the mounds of her breasts beneath the thin fabric, and blood rushed from my extremities straight for my cock.Not now!I tried to tell myself. Seeing her made me hungry for her, even if I fucking hated her. The same hunger I had for her before she finally started to satiate my cravings. A colder desire that stemmed from my cock.
I holstered my revolver and went for the doorknob. I twisted it, expecting it to be locked, but it wasn't. Gia made a move to scream, but I raced in and wrapped my hand around her mouth. “Shut up, Gia, it’s me.”
She mumbled through my grasp, and I smirked because I knew she was cursing me. Gia would always be unapologetically herself. I kicked the door closed, slowly moved my hand away, and caught the tail end of her angry words.
“Goddamn you!” She wiped at her mouth. “What are you doing here?”
“My brothers want you dead. They’ve been casing this place,” I said, sitting beside her on the bed.
“The guards—”
I gestured toward myself. “Hello, hi, those guards didn’t do much of shit.”
“Well, fuck. Why? What would they want me—” Her eyes widened. “You didn’t...”
I dropped my gaze for a moment before meeting hers again. “I didn’t say you guys did it. I just didn’t correct them. I didn’t know what else to do. I couldn’t say I did it.”
“Yeah, you couldn’t possibly do that. Putting a bounty on my head seems like a much more reasonable choice.” She sucked her teeth as she looked away from me.
“I still think you’re a backstabbing whore,” I told her callously.
She gasped, threw her hand up, and smacked me. The blow was well deserved.
“Fuck you, Enzo,” she hissed.
“Come on.” I stood and gestured toward her.
