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“You know my new sister-in-law?” Lorenzo asks with a scowl.
“It was b-before —”
“We had no idea who she was… who she’d be,” Tony interrupts Elmo’s babbling as his eyes dart around the room, looking for a weapon or something to defend himself with.
He won’t find either of those things. He could be holding a semi-automatic in his hands and he still wouldn’t have a hope in hell. Nothing will protect him from the vengeance I’m about to take.
“You didn’t know who I’d be?” she yells as she steps toward the desk, placing her palms flat on the solid mahogany. Her legs tremble and her voice falters, but she goes on. “It shouldn’t matter that I’m about to become Dante Moretti’s wife. It shouldn’t matter whether I mean nothing to him, or everything. You have no right to do that to anyone. Every woman is someone’s daughter, someone’s future partner or wife, someone’s mother or sister or best friend. Who do you think you are that you can just take someone and do...?” The breath catches in her throat as she forces out those last words.
“What the fuck did you two do?” Lorenzo barks.
“It was just a bit of fun,” Tony says, his eyes wide and pleading as he turns to Kat, trying to appeal to her sweet nature as a last-ditch attempt to save his skin. “Right?”
I’m filled with pride as she reaches across the desk and slaps him across the face so hard that his head snaps backward. “Fun! You kidnapped me. You raped me. You tortured me for two days. You think a single second of that was anything but a living hell for me?” she shrieks.
“Breathe, my little wildcat,” I whisper in her ear, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her back. She shudders against me. “I’ll take care of them for you now.”
“They laughed at me,” she says. “They laughed when I fought back.”
“Rest assured, they will never know a moment’s joy for the rest of their very short and very miserable lives, Katerina,” Lorenzo snarls as he glares at the men in our office with such ferocity that I’m surprised they don’t wither under his gaze alone.
Chapter39
Dante
After I took Kat to the den to be with Joey and Anya, I called Maximo and told him the plan for dealing with Tony and Elmo. Then Lorenzo and I escorted the two sick fucks to the room in the basement. It’s concrete and soundproof and perfect for such occasions. The room is bare but we won’t need anything except the drugs, the knife and the large glass bottle of water that Maximo just brought in with him.
Tony and Elmo kneel on the cold floor, trembling with fear but knowing better than to beg for their lives. All they can hope for is a quick and relatively painless death, which isn’t going to happen.
“You sure you don’t want me to handle this, D? You can go be with Kat,” Maximo says.
I shake my head. “I need to hear them suffer the way that she did.”
“Okay,compagno,” he replies as he takes off his suit jacket and hangs it on the hook on the back of the door. Elmo and Tony shuffle back on their knees at the sight. Maximo’s reputation as an unhinged psychopath who enjoys gouging out eyeballs and flaying people while they’re still alive is well known and entirely deserved. But he’s not about to touch them. Not yet anyway. They’re going to do most of the damage themselves.
He takes a packet of blue pills from his pocket. “Four each?” he asks me.
I nod while Tony and Elmo cower as Maximo approaches them.
“Open your mouth,” he snarls to Elmo who clamps his lips together and shakes his head.
“We didn’t know, Dante. He gave her to us, man. He owed us and he gave us her as payment. He’s the guy you should be going after. We were just doing our job,” Tony pleads.
I hold up my hand, stopping Max momentarily.
“Who gave her to you?”
“Leo. Her brother,” he says as though I should know this piece of information.
“And since when do you two take women as payment instead of cash?” I snarl, aware of the irony because I did exactly the same thing when I took her too.
“Your father knew. He was fine with it as long as we cleaned up any mess we left behind.”
“Pop knew about Kat?”
“No, he just knew we took the girls and had fun with them.”
“He would never let you leave a loose end like that,” I snarl.
