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Checkmate.
“You don’t need my vote.” With a sneer, Borelli turned and left the quiet room.
That was my cue to leave. Because while I wished to stay until the surge of victory could subside inside, I had corralled Borelli into action, and I was still states away from home.
From Katia.
“Gentlemen.”
I walked away without any further words to give. No nods, handshakes, or closed smiles to offer. I got what I wanted. Miami was now a no-man’s-land. I was free to kill anyone without question, no matter of title or affiliation.
I had work to do.
Arlo kept up with my pace as we moved through the corridor. Chatter grew the closer we got to the main room, and as I turned to take the side exit we’d entered, I stopped.
“Lucca?” Arlo asked.
I circled around until I found Mindy’s surprised face behind the bar.
“I want a bottle to go.” I pulled a billing card from my jacket. “And a box delivered to this address.” I tapped it. “Charge it to that information.”
I slid the card across the bar and her pixie cut swayed in agreement. Mindy quickly left to retrieve my order.
“Seriously?” Arlo scoffed.
“Sir.” The male waiter stepped next to me. “A female from earlier left me her business card for you.”
I looked down at the paper between us and took it as Mindy returned with the bottle I’d asked. The card readNatalie Arrington.
“Let’s go.” I grabbed the bottle and made my way out of the building and into the hot Texas air.
I took a few steps before fishing for my phone and making the first call.
“Da.” Yeah. Viktor answered in Russian.
“Do not leave the house. Eyes open and above,” I replied, hung up, and moved to the second call.
“Zdarova.”What’s up? Ilias mumbled in Russian.
“There may be trouble. Stay in my house if needed.”
“Wait!” Ilias’s voice cut off, and I moved on to my last call.
“Pronto,” Sergio answered, Italian heavy in his tongue as loud female moans filtered through the receiver. “Boss?”
“Tell Rana, Fer, and Mimmo that they are needed in Rio’s perimeter. Get Beppe to fucking do something too.”
“Casper and Emilio’s men are already covering—”
“Do as I ask.”
“Yes, sir.”
I ended the call and hopped inside the car. Arlo turned the ignition, the engine purred to life, and I closed my eyes for a brief minute. I needed a drink, and I didn’t mean wine.
“Did it not go as you planned?” Arlo asked.
It did. It was the best outcome and scenario I could’ve fabricated. I now just needed to see a set of vivid greens full of life to finally escape from the adrenaline and burning blood that had taken over.
