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“Where?”
His eyes narrow further, nostrils flaring. “Her favourite restaurant, Cote. She stood up to use the bathroom and the next thing, she sprawled across the table, hole between her eyes.” My eyes squeeze shut and I jerk my head to the side. He takes a sharp inhale and I swallow down the emotions.
“A sniper.” He confirms.
I nod a few times. Pin my gaze on him. “She wanted to tell me something that night. Told me she'd speak to me when she got back.”
Salvatore looks away from me, shakes his head. A grimace on his face.
“What was it?” I snap. I know he knows. I know him too well. I’ve had years to understand him.
He straightens, looks at me properly now. “She told me she didn't want you boys involved. Told me if I didn't give up the game she would leave me and take the five of you with her.” I can feel the rage simmering off him even thirteen years later. It still eats him up.
“And what did you say?” My voice is a low rasp. His next words will seal his fate.
He blinks at me once. “I told her if she tried to take you away from me, I would kill her and the rest of them.”
The rest of them. My brothers and sister.
I snap. See red. My fist connects with his face. My hands grab at his throat. I slam his face into the table. He’s fighting back but I can't process it. One minute we're standing, the next he’s on the floor and I'm kicking him in.
My knife’s in my hand whilst the other pushes up against his throat. He looks me dead in the eyes, blood coming from his nose and mouth. “Francesca will know when you lie to her. She’s like me.” He rasps, mouthing curving into a smile.
It gives me enough pause. My breathing deepens and my hold on the knife tightens. Fuck.
I let out a low growl and throw him away from me, taking several steps back and shoving a hand through my hair. Trying to get myself back under control. “She is nothing like you.” I spit. “And this isn't over.” I walk out without looking at him because if I do, I’ll kill him. He’s dead anyway. But his death isn't just mine to claim. It's Lucas and Raffs, Benitos and Francescas.
My feet carry me to the car and I slam my hand against the dashboard. Breathing ragged. I’m not sure I’ve ever lost it like this before.
A call comes through the speaker and I only answer it when I see Luca's name.
“Are you dead?” He asks bluntly.
“Obviously not. Why?”
“Because Cas just smashed a glass and raced out of here like fucking Lewis Hamilton. I thought something might have happened to you.”
My eyebrows pull together and my breathing slows. “What are you talking about?”
“Her phone is on the kitchen floor along with a smashed glass. I checked the camera and she ran out to her car and just left.”
My heartbeat falters for a second, she can't have left.
“When?”
“I don't know, I only just got home-.” I cut him off and hang up. I drive straight to her apartment. She can't have left me. I slam my palm against her door and it opens almost immediately. Hannah stands there looking as confused as I feel. “What did you do?” She seethes, hands balled at her sides.
“Where is she?” I demand.
“I was hoping you'd tell me?” She snaps. I push past her into Casimira’s room. It's a mess. More so than usual. The drawers have been pulled out, the mattress flipped as if someone searched her room. I round on Hannah, my anger flaring. “Where the fuck is she?”
“She tore in here in hysterics. She wouldn’t tell me what happened. She took her passport and all her cash and said she was going home. What did you do?” Hannah looks like she’s about to launch herself at me.
I don’t answer her. I storm straight out and back down to my car, her shouts following after me blurring into the rushing in my ears. I call Luca back telling him to access flight records from all the airports in New York. I race back to the house and into the study where Luca is in front of the two monitors.
“What the fuck happened to you?” He asks.
I ignore him. “Where is she?” I snap.
