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I don’t reply to that. Instead, I turn my head to look at him, my gun steady on him. After I clamp down on my urge to shoot the stupid fuck, I press the gun tighter to his temple and order, “Start talking.” Marco doesn’t answer immediately, and I see him glance over at Leonardo. “Leonardo,” I warn darkly. I make sure that when he looks at me he knows I will do what I threatened. He’d be stupid to test me.
“What did you do, Marco?” Leonardo asks calmly, but rage is simmering under it all. Both at me and his son for doing something so idiotic. The son of a bitch is ready to start a war.
“He has her,” Marco replies tautly. “He ran into her in the street, twice, weeks before she was taken. Right outside the library. So I sent our men to get her back.”
“Get who back?” Giovanni asks carefully.
“Gia.”
Both men look at me. Now comes the moment of truth. Do I lie or do I lay my cards on the table? “And who is Gia?” I ask tightly.
“You know exactly who she is, fucker,” Marco seethes. “You took her and you sit here acting like you’re all concerned, wanting to help us when you have her right where you want her.”
“These are some very heavy accusations, kid,” Dante butts, voice hard as granite. “And ones that will get not only you but your men and brother killed.”
“It’s true. You’re the only one she spoke to in those weeks,” Marco sneers at me. “And you’ve been at the bakery in that area a couple of times.”
“You deduced I took your sister because I bumped into her and then went back to a bakery,” I repeat. “You’re a special kind of stupid, Marco. I’ve been back to that bakery a few times, and haven’t seen your supposed sister. Or did you miss the fact that I went in, ate, and then left?”
Marco’s sneer deepens, but then it drops when Dante interrupts. “And we both know that Mr. Armani is not the only one to frequent that bakery. In fact, your own family, the Russians, and the Irish all frequent it. So are you going to be checking out all their homes as well?”
Marco’s face gives his answer away immediately.
“You idiot,” Leonardo hisses, barely containing his rage. “You sent your brother to his possible deaths if he was caught. And considering how easily Nico’s men caught him already, I should let him shoot you.”
“He has her,” Marco protests, looking at his father pleadingly. “I know he does. He was the only man who bumped into her.”
“I have also bumped into a couple of other women coming out of that and other businesses. Perhaps you think that I’m picking up women constantly to keep prisoner in my house? Idiot. I have so many fucking women at my disposal, I don’t need to pick them up off the street. And I certainly won’t remember one woman out of all of them. Hell, I had no idea you had a sister until Giovanni called me this afternoon.”
“Liar,” Marco hisses. “And we will get her back.”
“You’re willing to start a war over it?” I ask. “One you will lose considering it will be over before it begins should I decide to handle it myself. All for a woman?”
“She’s our sister, and she’s ours to handle as we see fit. And we’re not about to let her whore herself out for you,” Marco hisses.
“Marco, silence,” Leonardo barks.
Of course, Marco doesn’t listen and keeps on talking. “Once we get her home, I’ll make sure she’s married off to the first man who offers me enough for her. After all, who will want to marry a stupid useless whore? And I’ll be making sure that whoever gets her knows how to keep her in line. A few good smacks with a whip, and she’ll be as quiet as a fucking mouse for the rest of her miserable life,” he vows, venom in his voice.
It takes all my control not to pull the trigger. He’s talking about his sister, his family, his own flesh and blood. Sick fucker. I can’t wait to kill him, but it’s not time yet.
Leonardo snarls, “Marco, silence!” before looking at me. “I’ll handle him, Nico, and I apologize for the insult. I think we both know my word is good.”
I slowly pull my gun away, but then swiftly bring it down on his temple, hard enough to have him falling to the side, still breathing, but out cold, blood spilling from the large cut. It’s deep enough it’s going to scar. I shove him away from me, letting him slump in the booth, and neither his father or uncle flinch or move to help him. They just watch me.
“Seems to me you have some rogue sons that need to be reined in, Leonardo,” I say in a tone as cold as ice. “Your other son will be returned to you, but don’t expect him to look pretty.” Then I slide out of the booth and stand.
“Nico,” Leonardo says behind me. “If my son is right and you have my daughter, I’ll kill you myself.”
“I think you should be more worried about the company you keep. It seems you haven’t kept up on your son and the people he associates himself with.” I don’t even glance at Giovanni. I could out him easily enough, but I have a plan that involves him fucking up. Then, without another word, Dante and I leave the restaurant.
Neither of us speak until we’re in the car and on our way home. “What are you going to do?” he asks me quietly.
I glance at him. “She’s mine, and they’re never going to get her back.”
“Now the question is, are you willing to go to war over a woman?”
I don’t answer, but I already know when it comes to Giulia De Luca, I’m willing to burn down the entire fucking galaxy to make sure she’s safe and where she belongs.
