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Michele had nothing but time, and patience.
As he brought a cigarette to his lips, the door to his office opened, Andreas striding in.
It seemed his trip to Texas had ended sooner than expected.
When he stopped by Michele, he handed him a cigarette, his brow going up in question.
"I trust it's done."
Andreas nodded.
"You were right," Andreas nodded, inhaling from his cigarette as he extended a file. "Here's everything you need to know."
Curious, Michele accepted the file, stepping around his desk to peruse its contents.
Inside were a list of relatives as well as pictures.
Alotof pictures.
"It seems we were premature in leaving her alone," Michele narrowed his eyes. "Well done, Andreas. I'll deal with it personally."
“Her husband is an Archibald,” Andreas added grimly.
The Archibalds were one of the most influential family on the East Coast. Old money. That meant their network extended to the very top. Michele needed to be slightly more careful about that.
“Doesn’t matter,” Michele waved his hand. “I’ll deal with the blowback later.”
"When should I schedule the jet for?"
"End of the week. I have some other things pending until then."
"Understood, sir."
Andreas didn't have to ask Michele what pending things he had for he knew they most likely pertained to Miss Venezia.
Michele may have forgotten but Andreas had access to his accounts and financial statements, and he'd seen the purchases accumulating, day after day.
He'd been quite surprised at some of the items his boss had bought, since Andreas had never pegged him as the more…soft type—except, maybe in the past.
There had been scented candles—chocolatescented candles—women's clothes and cosmetics, as well as other health care items that Andreas doubted Michele used for himself.
He supposed Michele should count himself lucky that Kuznetsov and his wife were forever going on their strange expeditions abroad, and more often than not, left Venezia home alone. And while the house might be heavily guarded on a regular basis, Andreas had managed to squeeze in some of his own men, which ensured that Michele could stealthily go in and out.
But that didn't mean it was going to work forever.
And as he regarded his boss, Andreas had to agree he looked better than the last time he'd seen him, especially considering he'd spent Solomon's birthday by himself at the cemetery—as he usually did.
In fact, there was less tension around him—less volatility.
In the weeks since he'd decided he was going to pursue Miss Venezia, Michele had turned into the worst version of himself—quite possibly worse than he'd ever been. He'd become increasingly paranoid about her, to the extent of only getting a few hours of sleep a night so he could watch her more.
More than anything, Andreas could feel that those types of chaotic feelings could only lead to disaster. It didn't matter that he was the biggest proponent of Michele's relationship with Miss Venezia. It wasn'tthisway that he'd envisioned things evolving.
Yet he should have expected that with Michele nothing would ever go smoothly. He was the most unpredictable man Andreas had ever met. For all his cautious planning and meticulous scheming, there was a volatility to him that could turn a regular meeting into a massacre. The prime example had been the disaster at Cooke's house.
Michele had well known that slaughtering so many people could become dangerous and would attract attention. He'd known it and done it anyway.
For her.Miss Venezia. Michele's deepest obsession.
