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He gives me a blinding smile. “There she is,” he says. “So fucking bloodthirsty.”
Damn right. Don’t mess with those that I love, and you’ll be fine, but the moment you do, all bets are off.
TWENTY-SIX
DARIO
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” Rocco asks as we drive toward my bar. One of my newer men, Santo, is driving us, and we’re all sitting in the back. We need to get organized for what’s about to happen. “Didn’t you think Davide’s daughter being on the streets was something I should know?”
I shake my head. “Not in the slightest,” I reply. “She had her reasons for wanting to remain anonymous and I respected that. Just as you respected Jade’s need to have privacy about what she went through.”
“Jade is my wife,” he growls.
It’s always a good day when I annoy the ever-loving shit out of Rocco. The man really needs to lighten up.
“And Portia will be mine,” I say easily. Fuck, I never thought I’d ever find someone I’d consider making my wife, but Portia is the only woman I want.
“I’m happy for you, brother,” Elio says with a grin. “She’s good for you, and I have a feeling she’ll keep you on your toes. If you fuck around, she’ll hurt you.”
“Of that, I have no doubt. But right now, we need to have a word with Umberto and Amadeo.”
Rocco has flown them from Chicago to be here. It takes less than two hours. The moment I spoke my suspicions out loud, Rocco made the call, and then we sat down, ordered breakfast, and got caught up on the case Portia has been working on. Right now, Teagan and Jade are at Portia’s apartment, along with Lorenzo and Renato, one of my men here in Missouri. They’re watching over the apartment and will keep the women safe—although, I won’t mention that to Jade. She’ll flip the fuck out. She’s more than capable of doing that herself.
“Tell me why you suspect these two,” Rocco asks, and I understand him asking it. He’s making sure we have the right men before we accuse them. If they’re innocent, you risk losing some good men.
“There’s no way Marianna would ever give up her daughter’s location, Roc. There’s just no way.”
Elio nods in agreement. “No mother would ever give up their daughter. No fucking way. So, who else knew about the secret passageway?”
“Davide’s two closest men,” I say. “He trusted them above all else.”
Rocco nods slowly. “What were they doing the night he died?”
“They weren’t at his house, which is strange, wouldn’t you say?” Everyone knows those two were always there. They’d have dinner with the family, as they were single, and Marianna would feed them. They were part of the Leone family. So it begs the question: why weren’t they there that night?
“I guess we’ll find out,” he says as he pulls out his cell and reads a message. “They’re waiting for us at the bar.”
I rub my hands together in glee. Good, because I want to know what the fuck these two fuckers have to say.
“So you and Portia are finally together?” Elio asks. “Took you fucking long enough.”
I ignore him, but Rocco, the asshole, chuckles.
Thankfully, Santo pulls into the parking lot of my new bar, and I get out of the car. “We won’t be long,” I assure Santo, letting him know to stay.
We walk through the back door of the bar, and I can already hear the fuckers talking. Just hearing their voices pisses me the fuck off. God, I truly hope they expose themselves as being traitors. Then I can kill them. I have no doubt in my mind that one, if not both of them are involved in the death of Davide.
“Boss,” they say in unison as Rocco steps into the bar area first. They stand up taller and watch as we enter behind Rocco. “What’s going on?” Umberto questions as he looks between Elio and me.
“We have a situation here that needs our attention and I’m hoping you both can shed some light on some things that happened while my father was boss,” Rocco says diplomatically. This is why he’s the boss. I’m more of a shoot first ask questions later kind of guy. I hate waiting for answers, and if they lie to me, it infuriates me even more.
“Of course,” Amadeo says as he squares his shoulders. “What can I do to help?”
Rocco inclines his head. “The night Davide Leone died, do you remember where you were?”
Pain slashes through Amadeo’s eyes. “Yes, boss. It’s something I’ll never forget. Your father requested that I join Niccolò and Andrea to visit with De Mattani. He wanted information and Niccolò was to extract it, but he needed me there with them. I regret going every day of my life. Davide wasn’t just my boss; he was my friend and my brother. I should have been there.” He shakes his head, guilt shining in his eyes. “I should have been there.”
“What about you, Umberto?” Rocco questions.
