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I take a seat opposite him, and he motions for me to spit it out.
“I need to take Romano out sooner than planned,” I say bluntly.
He looks down his hawkish nose at me. “No.”
“It wasn’t really a question. I’ve set it in motion. I can do it in Italy, away from here.”
He stands, his chair scraping against the concrete. He walks around the table and clasps my shoulder.
“Have you lost your damn mind? In his territory, you really think they won’t slaughter your whole family in retaliation? It has to be done here.”
Fuck, I shake my head. He’s right.
“Get your head out of the clouds, Russo. You’re a mafia boss, not some normal guy who wants a wife and kids and a nine-to-five. You’ll never be able to have that. You need to do this here, and quietly, where we can get rid of any trace of them.”
He pats me a little too hard on the back, and I drop my head, squeezing the bridge of my nose.
A life I never asked for.
“I’ll see you for the next payment. You need to see the plan through, boy.”
I don’t have time. I need them gone, out of the way. I don’t want to wait another day to have Rosa. But then I think about Keller and little Darcy. And the calm and collected way Romano threatened a baby.
“Fine.”
He slams the door behind him, and I pick up the tumbler from the table and smash it against the wall.
“Motherfucker!”
Everyone else around me can have it all. I have sacrificed my life for their happiness, for what? To be used as a hitman for the cops. Taking out the leaders they don’t have the balls to.
Gripping onto the sides of the table, I steady my breath.
There’s only one thing I want.
Only one person I want.
My Tesoro.
But, the commissioner is right about one thing: I’m Luca Motherfucking Russo, and I’ll take what I want.
I have to find a way.
CHAPTERFIFTY-FOUR
rosa
I’m expecting Dante home any time now. I’ve cleaned every inch of the apartment. The smell of sex and Luca is gone. Now I’m sitting here eating pancakes with whipped cream and strawberries, blushing to myself, remembering how incredible it felt all over my body.
My phone rings. Shoving another mouthful of pancakes, I dig it out of my purse. I expect it to be Luca since I sent him a picture of the pancakes, telling him it doesn’t taste as good as he did. But it’s not the secret cell he got me that’s ringing, it’s the one Dante contacts me on.
“Hello.” It’s so hard not to sound upset when I talk to him.
“Hey, baby girl, what are you doing?” His voice has a light-hearted tone. Even when he’s being nice, it sets my teeth on edge.
“Just eating pancakes. Where are you?” Please be gone longer.
“I’ll be home tonight. Do you miss me?”
