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“Come here,” I commanded, but she shook her head and remained planted in her seat. “Gia!” I gave her a moment to comply, but she continued to ignore me. I walked toward her, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and dragged her across the room. I stopped beside Bullseye's body, throwing her in front of his lifeless eyes. She struggled against my grasp. “This is why you can never escape the business! There is no getting lax, no peace, nothing but wondering if your next mistake will finally be a fatal one.” She whimpered against my grasp, the artery in her neck throbbing. “I just killed an un-fucking-touchable man, the greatest shot on the East Coast, foryou.”
She grasped the wrist of the hand holding her hair. “Enzo—”
“We are in this fucking business now...together. There ain’t no going back from this. This is it.” I gestured toward the body in front of us. “I don’t wanna be stuck in this fucking home with someone I hate.” I raised her to her feet by her hair.
Her lip trembled and her eyes glossed over. “You don’t hate me,” she whispered.
I growled against her neck and tossed her away from me. She stumbled and looked back at me with eyebrows raised.
“You don’t get to say how I feel, Gia. You lost that privilege the moment you betrayed me.” I grabbed Bullseye’s arms. Blood had soaked through his white dress shirt and tie-dyed it red. “Help me get rid of him.”
Nothing would be the same after that.
ChapterThirty-Four
Gia
By the time we got rid of Bullseye’s body, a curtain of darkness surrounded us. Crickets chirped with a beautiful sound I didn’t normally hear in the city. Atheist trotted beside me, shaking the lake water off his coat. Enzo sighed behind me.
“What are we going to do?” I asked without looking back at him.
“There’s nothing we can do. It’s done.”
“Should we leave?”
He stopped, his voice projecting when he spoke. “There isn’t anywhere to go. We don’t have the money to just fucking move.” His hands began to gesture, showing how Italian he really was. “This is what we got for now, so make the best outta it.”
The best out of it?I shook my head.Fat chance.I was wanted by at least two families: the Viglionesandthe Silvanis. I was also associated with the man who killed Bullseye, turning the eyes of several other families on me as well.
“Did you toss his phone in the water?” I asked.
“No, I gotta know if he told anyone about us,” Enzo said as he grabbed the black cell phone from his back pocket.
“Well, destroy it when you’re done with it,” I said. This situation felt hopeless, and I just wanted to go back to my room.I’m sick of getting rid of bodies. I’m tired of throwing a piece of myself in with them.
I walked into the house that felt less and less like home all of a sudden. Now it reminded me of the business that I was trying to escape from in the first place. Maybe Bullseye had taken my sense of peace when he took his last breath.
The door slammed behind me, startling me. I turned back toward Enzo and shook my head. “I want to go home.”
“This is your home now,babygirl,” he said with ice on his tongue. The way he called me “babygirl” wasn’t how he used to say it, and now it almost felt like a mockery.
“I didn’t kill Bullseye, and I don’t want to be involved with someone who did.” My gaze dropped to the bloodstain on the floor.
“Hate to tell you, but you already are.” He rushed past me to go toward his room.
“You can’t hold me here!” I yelled, halting him.
He turned on his heels, coming back to face me. The intensity in his eyes stabbed through me. He brushed the hair from my face, still matted and sticky. “Here’s the thing. I hate you right now, but you're mine, Giovanna. Give me a little time and I’ll remind you of that.”
His hot, gravelly words burned through my chest, and my breath caught in my throat as they burrowed into me.
“I’m not yours,” I snarled. He made that very clear to me before now.
“Go to my room,” he commanded, pointing down the hall.
“I’m going to take a shower. I’m covered in blood and dirt,” I said as I tugged at my stained clothing.
“You’re gonna be covered in something else.” He gestured again, more firmly. “Go!”
