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“Well, I’m not like most agents.”
Salvatore scoffs and takes another drag of his cigarette. “Is this like thatI’m not like other girlsbullshit that’s going around these days?”
“Something like that.”
Salvatore nods, a thoughtful look in his eyes even though his jaw is tense. “I see that you’re not like the others. Your morals and sense of duty seem to be skewed in the direction of my sister more than your career.”
I don’t say anything. He isn’t wrong. If my sense of duty to my career was my first priority, then hiding in Italy with his sister is something I would never do.
Salvatore is the youngest of Aria’s four brothers and the one that unsettles me the most. He always seems to be watching but he never says much. Damien and Gio are easier to predict. Matteo is the only brother I haven’t been around much, though I’m certain that Salvatore is still more of a wild card. He is unpredictable. I’m sure that’s what his father likes about him. The inability to predict a man’s next move keeps others on edge. Antonio would want to bring someone that the others are hesitant about. With Damien still recovering from being shot, that left Salvatore.
“You and Aria are a problem for me,” he says, as he leans against a wall and crosses his legs at the ankle. “I always knew she would be, but I never saw you coming.”
“Well, maybe your perception isn’t quite what you think it is.”
“Or maybe you are a pawn in a game you barely understand,” Salvatore says, a small smile curving his lips.
As he says it, I know he’s telling the truth. Getting mixed up with the mafia, even as an FBI agent, means that I’m playing a dangerous game. I don’t know the rules and it’s impossible to guess them. People are unpredictable at best and these men have spent their lives being ruthless killers.
“I should kill you. I should kill my sister too. She’s betraying the family without a second thought about it.”
“Then do it,” I say, shrugging as if his casual mention of killing Aria doesn’t bother me. “But what will your father think if he doesn’t get to do it himself?”
Salvatore rolls his eyes. “If you think my father is in control of anything anymore, you haven’t been playing enough attention to the game, Agent Wilson.”
“Damien is taking control,” I say as he tosses the cigarette butt to the ground and stomps it out.
He pulls out a second cigarette and lights it before offering the pack to me. I shake my head, wishing that this conversation would end.
“That’s easy enough to guess,” Salvatore says, shrugging as he exhales a puff of smoke. “But you don’t know what else is going on behind the scenes and that worries me. Does my dear sister even know where you are right now?”
“Yes,” I say, though we both know it’s a lie.
Salvatore smirks and shakes his head. “Damien may be the one taking control because he’s the oldest, but have you ever stopped to wonder where Matteo is or what he might be doing?”
“I don’t suppose you’re going to tell me.”
“Of course not. That would ruin the game for me.”
I roll my eyes. I have no desire to stand here and keep talking in circles with him. What I want is to go home before Aria wakes up and finds out that I’m gone.
“Why did you bring me out here?”
Salvatore steps closer to me, blowing the cigarette smoke in my face. “My father and I are extending our time in Italy. He may or may not be in the countryside two days from now with very little cell service. I would suggest that you leave Italy before he finds you. I am not the only one who’s seen you lurking around.”
“And where do you suppose I would go?”
“Back to the States,” Salvatore says, his tone dropping an octave as a group of drunken men stumble past the alley. “Maybe I would speak to Damien about one of his safe houses.”
“Why are you doing this?” I ask, studying him carefully. He doesn’t seem like the doting older brother who would want to do whatever it took to protect his baby sister.
“Because if I see you again, especially in Italy, I’ll have no choice but to kill you,” Salvatore says, grinning as he takes a step back and shrugs. “I really don’t want to do that. I think having you around makes this game so much more exciting.”
“I have to get us out of here in two days,” I say, confirming the timeline with him. “If not, should I worry about you coming after us?”
He smirks and I know the answer. Though he is protecting his sister to an extent, he won’t hesitate to get rid of her if she gets in his way.
“Do you love her?” I ask before I can stop myself.
