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“She actually tried to fucking shoot me,” the other one says incredulously as he follows us. “And she threw the fucking gun at my head.”
“Well, at least she’s got a terrible aim,” the one holding onto me replies. “Take a seat,” he snaps, pushing me forward.
I stumble as he releases me from his grip and plant my hands on the table to stop myself from falling flat on my face. He picks up one of the chairs from the floor and stands it upright.
“Sit!” he barks.
In this moment, I realize they know way more about me than I’d like them to. They found my gun and they know my name. And with them blocking my exit, I have no chance of escaping. So I reluctantly take a seat.
“Who the hell are you?”
“I think we’ll be asking the questions,” the one who just had his hands on me says. Something about his demeanor and the way he talks tells me he’s in charge. I mean, they’re both terrifying, but this one has that air of arrogant authority about him too. You know what I mean? Like the top jock in high school who dated the head cheerleader and could walk around the halls like he goddamn owned them.
“Where is Leo?” the other one asks me.
I snort and shake my head. I knew this was about him.
“Was that a fucking answer, D?” he says to Velvet Voice when I don’t reply.
“Didn’t sound like one to me, Max,” D says as he rights the other chair, taking a seat and watching me intently.
“Where. Is. Leo,” the one I now know is Max asks again. “And if you want to keep those pretty blue eyes of yours, I’d suggest you answer.”
“I don’t know where he is.”
“You know, that’s what they all say at first.” He laughs, then continues, “Until I start applying a little more pressure. You know what I mean?”
“Pretty sure a monkey could understand the threat you just made, asshole,” I snarl, “but that doesn’t change the fact that I have no idea where my brother is. In fact, when you find him, could you let me know? He hauled ass two days ago, taking all of my savings with him.”
Max looks at D, who has an arrogant smirk on his face as he watches the exchange between us. “Did she just call me an asshole?” he asks with a frown.
D nods, and his colleague turns back to me. Max steps closer, before crouching down on his heels. That brings us eye to eye because he is a goddamn giant.
“You think this is some kind of joke we’re playing here, sweetheart?” he hisses, and my blood turns to ice. “Your brother owes my boss money, and we will not be leaving this house until we have taken some kind of payment.”
“I-I don’t have any money.”
“So, tell us where he is.”
“I don’t know. I swear. He just disappears and then turns up when he’s in trouble again.”
“You know you’re covering for a lowlife piece of shit, right?” he continues.
I scowl at him. Leo is a top-notch jackass who has brought me more trouble than anyone should endure in two lifetimes, but he’s still my big brother, and this asshole doesn’t get to talk about him like that.
“Says the man who breaks into people’s homes and threatens women?” I snap.
“Fuck’s sake!” he mutters. Closing his eyes, he sucks in a deep breath as though he’s trying to keep a lid on his temper.
“Max, let me handle this,” the one named D says. His voice is soft, calm and controlled, yet laced with so much menace it makes me shudder.
“She’s all yours, boss,” Max replies, then he throws me a sympathetic look. “You should have let me handle it, sweetheart.”
I swallow as his boss stands and takes two steps until he’s towering over me. He’s about an inch taller than Max but not quite as broad. He fills out his suit like it was painted on his body, and he wears it like he was born in one.
“Katerina,” he says as he pulls up the other chair and places it directly in front of me. He takes a seat and we are so close that his knees are almost touching mine. “My name is Dante Moretti.”
Holy fuckballs, Leo. What have you done? Dante Moretti is Mafia. He is THE Mafia.
