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“Don’t take this out on me! I didn’t shoot Jameson. Or your damn father, for that matter.”
“Yeah, yeah. Trouble follows you, babygirl. I’ll go talk to my brother. Fuck...” he said as he watched the smoke rising from the hood. “This draws attention where I don’t want it.”
I looked around the open parking lot. “I know someone who can tow the car. Want me to call him?”
He pulled the keys from the ignition and tossed them on the dash. I got out of the car and made the call to Zane’s Towing. He was known for his sketchy tows and little else. If a vehicle was being towed by Zane, it was probably because of something illegal. Cars, trucks, RVs, shit, even boats. I told him where we were and hung up.
“Now we wait,” I told Enzo as I drew out another cigarette and leaned against the hood.
We waited in thick silence until Zane’s fancy tow truck came whirling into the parking lot. He pulled up beside us, lifting aviators to look at us. “Am I seeing straight? A Silvani and a Viglione? Together?” Zane said with an exaggerated expression of surprise. He opened the door and stepped down to the ground. “Who’d you two piss off?” he asked as he put his hand by the bullet hole on the hood. The frayed metal curled inward.
“Do we not pay for your discretion?” Enzo asked.
Zane threw his hands up. “Yeah, I guess.” He looked at me and smiled. “Giovanna Silvani, how the hell are you?” he asked as he stepped into me and gave me a hug. “How’s your pops?”
“Do we have to do this here?” Enzo said.
Zane had been on our family books for as long as I could remember. Enzo didn’t need to be jealous of him. He was like an uncle to me. It used to give my mother a heart attack when he’d toss us onto his lap on a new motorcycle and take us for a ride. Me and Ro were lucky to make it to adulthood. He had a good heart, though.
“Where you want it, boss?” Zane turned toward Enzo.
“Dump it. Do anything but bring it back to the damn house.”
“You want it scrapped?” Zane asked as he rubbed his hand along the once-perfect exterior of the BMW. “That hurts my heart.”
“If you wanna keep it, just get all traces of me off the damn thing.”
Zane nodded and worked to get it loaded up behind his truck. He secured it and walked over to me, sticking out his hand. “Nice seeing you again. You all have been too quiet lately.” He pivoted and stuck his hand out to Enzo, a pained expression on his face. Enzo shook his hand and Zane got in the truck and drove off.
Enzo and I looked at each other. “Cab?” I asked.
“Marco’s coming. I already texted him.”
“Fantastic,” I said with more sarcasm than I intended to show.
We sat on the curb, in the sweltering fucking heat, waiting for his brother, who took his sweet time. Sweat dripped down Enzo’s temples as he sat in deep thought. My sweat dripped between my tits. He had shed more and more clothes until he was wearing nothing but his slacks and white sleeveless shirt. I stared at his taut, angry muscles glistening with sweat, and I had to remind myself to pick my jaw up before he saw me staring. I thought about how he stood in front of me. Protected me from the gunfire. I swallowed hard and looked away.
An SUV pulled in front of us. Marco looked as friendly as I expected as Enzo got in the passenger seat and I got in the backseat.
“What happened?”
“Ask me when I’m not so angry or overheated,” Enzo said.
“What about you?” Marco shot me a glare through the rearview mirror.
I shrugged. I had no clue what the hell happened. I wasn’t involved in setting that whole thing up. In fact, Marco was. He should have known better than all of us.
“Who set this up?” Enzo finally asked.
“I told you. That bookie. Reno, or whatever his name was, said he worked with our pops. He wanted a meeting set up with you.”
“What did he sound like?”
“I don’t know, Enzo.”
“Did he have a real deep voice?”
“Nah, he definitely did not,” Marco said with a quick shake of his head.
