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Emilio chuckled.
Marco softened his words. “Life will change for you as my wife. You’ll need additional protection.”
“I don’t like soldiers following me around.” Until yesterday, I’d played a dangerous game with my friendship with Knox. I’d become adept at evading our security detail. “I can take care of myself.”
Marco’s gaze traveled along my body, pausing on my legs. “Do I need to ask?”
“Not if you don’t want to know.” Because, yes, my knife was my security blanket.
He growled. “I’ll see you tonight.”
Marco
I stared at the closed door for a moment. The binding knot in my gut when it came to my bride loosened. She held no hesitation giving me her phone or accepting that I intended to track her movements.
Not only would I know where she was, but I’d be able to activate her camera to see who she allowed near her. The spyware would allow access to the microphone to listen to her conversations, record her phone calls, and block numbers from reaching her.
“Ferraro’s club holds a munch once a month at a place called Jay Swings.” Emilio pulled up the website for a BDSM dungeon called High Protocol. “Membership is exclusive.”
“We need to be discreet.” Ant stood just outside the room on the balcony, smoking a cigarette. “We go in with guns, and Ferraro is involved, we risk sending our target underground. This was Luca’s scene. We’re out of our depth on this one.”
Not that far out of our depth. Luca had lived the lifestyle. As a Dom he chased the high of discipline and punishment. His last submissive had worn his bruises like Versace.
Immediately after Luca’s death, Emilio had searched for Mia Toliver. But the submissive was a ghost. Everyone had an online footprint, but there was no record of anyone resembling the woman I’d met once.
She’d been unforgettable. Luca had introduced her as Tinker. Blonde, petite, and sexually hypnotic. Luca had been blinded by her. She’d fed into his dark side, becoming his obsession. The woman had taken pleasure in pain. Not that she’d enjoy what I had planned for her. If she had answers, I’d get them.
“Make contact with Ferraro,” I said. “Ask for a meeting.”
“I’ve reserved a spot for us at the munch,” Emilio said to Orlando. “We should update your Tinder profile and see if they have spankings and leather as an interest.”
Orlando laughed.
“Don’t worry about putting it in the bio,” Ant said. “You aren’t going to meet our target on Tinder, but we might be able to get a lead on the underground scene. Private meetups.”
Orlando sat on the edge of the bed with his thumbs flying over the screen of his phone.
I stood. “We’re going to take a little drive.”
Ant shrugged on his black suit jacket. “We need to clean house. Unauthorized side business at the industrial yard is attracting unwanted attention. We thought we’d pay a surprise visit.”
Under Luca’s direction, the Bruno family had acquired several businesses along the eastern seaboard. Bars, strip clubs, and adult entertainment. The days of collecting protection money and using extortion passed with my father and grandfather. Luca had vision.
On paper and to the public, the Bruno family heavily invested in crypto currency, renewable energy, and commercial construction.
One day, I’d return to the seat of our family. Orlando would build his regime here, just as my uncle Cirillo had migrated to Portugal, married, and stayed loyal to my father. There were other capos in the organization throughout the world. Bruno soldiers and associates were loyal.
The Italian underworld respected the name Bruno. We maintained mutual respect with the Bratva, but the Irish pissed in their own backyard. I wanted Luca’s killer. I wanted to see fear in the eyes of my enemy as their blood warmed my hands.
Orlando’s voice invaded my thoughts. “There’s a strip club out on I95. The Landing Strip. Emilio and I can check it out and see if they can be persuaded to sell. If I’m going to establish a crew here, I need some good earners.”
Emilio fought the smile on his lips. I shook my head. At least Orlando was making an effort to get involved in the family business.
“You need to spend time with Jilani’s soldiers,” I said. “Inquire about those who would be enticed to expand their duties. I’ll be doing the same.”
I went to the dressing room off to the left to change into a black suit and black dress shirt. I shrugged on a chest harness and slipped my semi-automatic into the holster. After I buttoned the jacket, I joined the others.
Ant followed me to the door.
