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“This is boring. Get the fuck out of my face,” I say. “And never come back or next time Iwillkill all of you.”
De Trolio and the others are forced to do the mafia walk of shame—it entails backing down from a confrontation like a pathetic pussy. Two of them drag the dead guy’s body to the trunk. The rest turn away and pile into their car. I wave them off before letting my gesture switch to the middle finger.
The second they’re gone, Fabio and Omar explode in laughter.
“It worked!” Fabio cries out. “You pulled a power move on the fucking Don!”
“You got him to retreat.”
“For now,” I say. “But now he’s pissed. Which means retaliation. It means he gets impulsive. We need to heighten security measures, but it’s also good we’ve driven him in this direction. His temper will do him in.”
We head inside the club, abandoning the construction site. Armen doesn’t move to follow until I hook an arm around his neck and shoulders.
“Trust me when I say, you’re playing for the winning team.”
* * *
The night of the Neptune Society’s party arrives. We dress to the nines. Stitches and I in tuxedos. Delphine in a sleek, sexy cocktail dress that’s black, backless and accentuates her amazing round ass. I can’t resist smacking it as she’s standing in front of the mirror putting on her jewelry for the evening.
“Jon!” she gasps.
“What?” I ask innocently, leaning closer, kissing the nape of her neck and then bare shoulders. I haven’t let go of her ass. Soft and round in my palms. I give her cheeks a firm squeeze.
“You keep touching and kissing me like that and you know exactly what’s going to happen.”
“Would that be so bad?”
“Considering we’re carrying out a potential execution tonight? Yes.”
“Don’t forget.” I curl my arm around her waist and force her to turn my way so we’re facing each other. Our bodies touch, a current of warmth between us. “You’re not to confront him alone. If you see him—”
“I don’t do anything until Stitches or you are with me. You’ve reminded me fifty times.”
“This has been difficult for you,” I say, bringing a hand up to grip her chin. I can’t resist ghosting my thumb along her bottom lip as my gaze bores into hers and then dips to her delicious, soft mouth. “I’m concerned you’ll…”
She frowns, grabbing my hand to pry my thumb away. “What do you think I’m going to do?”
“I don’t know. That’s the problem.Ifyou do believe you see him, it’ll be the first time. Emotions will be running high.”
“We’regoing to take him out,” she says simply, confidently.
The woman I’m in love with.
She smiles at me with a spark about her that’s unbelievably sexy as she turns back around and finishes pinning on her earrings in the mirror.
If Delphine can be this sure tonight’s going to go according to plan, then I’m not worried about her. On several occasions she’s proven she can handle her own and then some. It’s for purely selfish reasons that I’m so protective over her, otherwise I’d be fine with her going at it alone. She probablycouldtake him out on her own.
Our plan should run smoothly.
I’m the free agent. Delphine and Stitches are attending together under aliases, dressed in light disguises. The fact that the event is masked helps.
As I’m the free agent, attending solo, lurking in the background, I’ll be ready to interject as necessary. Since Daddy Adams will be in attendance, we figured it’d be too obvious and risky to have Delphine be on my arm, even if we’re in disguise. It’s an extra layer of protection to have her on the arm of Stitches, a man who looks wildly different than I do.
The goal is to pass under the radar. Not rouse any suspicions. Locate her attacker, capture him, and bring him back to our compound where he’ll meet an unfortunate ending.
We’ve devised many alternatives for how we’ll capture him depending on the way the evening unfolds. Everything from drugging him with a sedative Delphine has used called Setophyl to tailing him home at the end of the night and kidnapping him that way. We even have a detailed plan for killing himinsidethe party—but that’s a last resort.
Once we’re dressed, we meet in the living room of the loft.
