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“I’d like to follow the vehicle I’ve been assigned to tail, blondie. Shut up and relax.” I shake my head at Dom’s give-no-shit attitude.
He’s just pissed because he’s driving me around in the daylight instead of in the dead of night taking out our enemies.
I glance over at his slowly healing shoulder. He got shot the night of the raid. He rushed over to Checkmate Enterprises right after we heard about the shitstorm there, and one of the DeSantis men got a cheap shot on him. He was lucky, just sustaining a shoulder injury, but it took him off his regular job duties for the time being. We’ll have to see how his shot is affected going forward.
“Evelina, you might be right about a second voice in your little pseudo-spy mission audio hack you’ve got going on. I can confirm we’ve got no dealings with Greco today. Gabriel can’t get ahold of him. Whatever your little bitch boy of a husband is up to, it isn’t with the Amatos.”
I smirk at her in the mirror. She’s so fucking gorgeous. Even when she’s on a mission like this—hellbent and full of the need to get proof to deliver to Romeo DeSantis about her husband.
Dom asked why I was so intent on helping her, and it was simple—I want her. I want her, and I’m going to get her whether or not she likes it. I’ve decided I can’tnothave her. No matter what I’ve said or thought about staying away from her.
One taste of her was all it fucking took to leave me with an insatiable need.
Helping Evelina get proof to get away from Enzo is just step one in a formulated plan.
She rolls her eyes at me in the mirror, turns away, and looks out the window as Dom speeds down backstreets, gaining ground on the red dot he’s studying on Evelina’s cell.
“Damn,” I say, eyeing her in the mirror.
She cocks an eyebrow at me, and I raise my own.
“You look a lot prettier when that mouth of yours is closed,” I tell her, just to push her buttons.
“Piss off, Niccolò. I don’t need your two cents,” she fires back, not taking her eyes off the passing vehicles as we speed down the busy street.
Part of me wonders why she doesn’t just go to Romeo DeSantis and tell him what’s going on. I get that he’d never take my word for her, but Romeo could look into it himself, place his own trackers, and follow Enzo discreetly.
But if I know her at all, the little venomous woman sitting in the back seat feels the need to get the proof on her own. She probably assumes Romeo wouldn’t believe her over Enzo, and she’d just set fire to her life if she went in with words alone.
Maybe she’s right. Honestly, if she ever went to Gabriel about something like that, he’d probably just have her killed.
I’d love to know her end game. What’s her plan? Deliver proof to Romeo and get…what? Is she going to flee? Escape the family and the life?
I’ll be glad to know who else the fucker is calling boss, too. I’m curious now that I know he’s not doing anything for our family today. The little rat is up to something, and it’s time to catch him. Gabriel’s let him in too much. Put too much good faith in a piece of shit who hasn’t truly delivered at all.
Silence punctures the air as Dom continues driving, probably at much too high of a speed considering there’s still a few patches of ice on the road from a storm we got last night. I allow Evelina time for quiet. As much as I fucking love getting under her skin, I’m not too far gone to understand she’s also going through shit.
We’ve been driving for about fifteen minutes, heading closer to DeSantis’ territory. I look over at the red dot on Evelina’s phone in Dom’s hand, and as soon as my eyes land on the target, it starts to move.
“Target’s on the move,” Dom says, his voice low.
He’s not a man of many words, but he’s smart as fuck, and he’s never failed a hit.
The red dot starts heading toward a subdivision I know well. It’s on DeSantis’ territory, but me and my men have intercepted truckloads of weapons from the area because there’s a thickly wooded area on the southern side of the subdivision that separates one rich-ass neighborhood from the next. It’s a man-made parkland with a winding road you can easily veer off of late at night.
“Know the area. It’s a good location for a quick interception or fast meeting because of the acreage of woods,” I explain. “Hard to come by in the city, but luckily for them, we’re in the outskirts of the city. Even in the winter, it’s not a bad spot. The trees are wide and close together.”
We continue following the dot, and sure enough, on the winding strip I assumed would be the interception point, the red dot halts.
“Fuck,” Dom grunts out as we gain on them. “We’re about a minute out. It’ll depend on how fast these fucks are. He’s gotta be doing some kind of delivery.”
A truly good drop-off or delivery to another person or group should go off without a fucking hitch in thirty seconds or less. A minute if we’re talking a substantial amount of goods. Since Enzo is one person with one vehicle, there’s zero chance the delivery is substantial. He could be out of here before Evelina gets the photos, and then we’ll be back to square one.
Not that I’d mind spending more time with her.
Just before we get to the winding curve I know well, I tell Dom to pull over, and he obliges.
“Move quietly!” I whisper-yell to both him and Evelina, and then we’re opening our doors and shutting them as silently as possible. “Down the embankment. Dot’s less than a quarter of a mile up the road. We need to curve to the left once we’re down there. Once we see him, try to stay close to a tree trunk so you don’t stick out.”
