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“I’m not hiding.” His tone deepened.
“It doesn’t seem like you will need to. Miami will be taking the hits.”
“What do you mean?”
I contemplated on how much I should share. He already knew about the first body, the resemblance to his blood, and the suspicions I had. This second body confirmed it.
“Your sister is the target.”
A gutting pressure rose as my words were spoken out loud. No longer a thought but a statement. One that rattled my demon and my emotions to trigger madness.
“Should Katia—”
“Don’t,” I cut him off.
“It’s a smart move, Moretti.” I heard his frustration, but I couldn’t care less.
“She will not be leaving the city.” Not for New York, not for another country, state, or home. Katia would still be hunted, and the possibility of being found without me wasn’t something I was willing to entertain.
“Fine.”
“I must go,” I said and hung up. There was nothing else to say.
“Lucca?” Arlo snapped my attention, and I caught the small twitch of his jawline.
“Yes.”
He stayed silent, surprising me. Arlo didn’t hide from me, not his thoughts, his actions, or his unwanted advice. Even as his boss, Arlo had always been the least afraid of repercussions. As a brother, he was the most vocal to express his displeasure even if he knew it would cause a reaction from me. Our brotherhood was unconventional. We would kill for one another, but we wouldn't speak of our bond. None of us four did. It wasn’t needed when trust and respect were our language. Show over tell.
But I had been keeping him in the dark since I made the vow to marry a Vitelli. Only Salvatore could see right through it.
I didn’t speak of the past. Never allowed it to resurface. Why would I? I was past the point of breaking, I was numb, and all I ever felt was rage. I fed off the power, fed off the chaos I caused. Fed in the pain and the feeling of control.
The past created who I was.
“You know I detest hesitation.” I fucking did. “Speak freely.”
His grip tightened around the steering wheel. Not once did he glance my way. Annoyed, he shook his head.
“I hope she’s fucking worth it,fratello.” His disgust was made known.
“Careful,” I warned. Katia was a subject that was well mixed with the past. “Don’t forget our brother was in the line.”
“And yet, I know that’s not all the truth there is.”
I trusted Arlo with my life, but could I trust Katia’s to him?
“She will be my wife, Arlo. Soon your queen, I need to know she will be safe with you.”
Arlo scoffed, “Don't question my loyalty.”
Good.
I could tell him to give her time. Talk about how great she is. How I care about her. Maybe then, he would see more of her than her last name. But I couldn’t becauseIdidn’t.
“Please!”I relished the cries of the man before me and wondered how loud they could reach.
Sweat and blood poured down his beaten face. One of his eyes had grown shut as his nose bled in its bent position. His buddy next to him had passed out from the pain Arlo had inflicted long ago, and the cries of one man were no longer enough to pacify my need.
