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After all, my mom had gotten in way over her head with the De Luca family before she’d become pregnant with me and ran away.
As far as I was concerned, Bianchi could have been my mom, and Marta could have been me.
“I’ve had better.” Bastian’s dry words spoke of boredom I wonder if he felt, and something about his indifferent tone relieved me.
I hated myself for it.
“Marta.” Vince’s calm demeanor was eerie, like warning tremors before a life-shattering earthquake. “I remember her. Sweet girl. Too bad.”
A long pause swept the air before Bianchi spoke again. “Too bad?”
Vince’s words had been vague. Nothing I could arrest him over.
Still, the threat remained clear.
I wouldn’t wish Bianchi’s position on anyone.
Vince ignored Bianchi. “I’d forgotten what she looked like. Oh, wait. Didn’t you see her the other day, Bastian?”
They were teasing Bianchi.
It was cruel, but I would expect nothing less from the infamous Romano family.
If my mom hadn’t run away from the De Luca family and hidden my existence, would I be Bastian or Bianchi in this scenario?
Would I be the heartless monster or the tortured victim?
I refused to be either.
“Hmm… I don’t remember.” The door muted Bastian’s playful voice, but the delivery was no less effective.
He was either a phenomenal actor or a sadistic fuck, who enjoyed causing pain.
I was betting on both.
They were monsters.
All of them.
Undercover at the bar, even for just a week or so, I had lost sight of that.
I had humanized them, attributed them with the normalcy of the restaurant business, and saw Bastian for nothing more than an jackass who only had a heart when it came to his sister and family.
That was a mistake I vowed to never make again.
The three of them were having too much fun with this. With toying with this poor man.
Short of Vince’s short drawl, I would have believed this excited them. That they were eager to taunt and intimidate Bianchi.
They hadn’t actually said or done anything illegal.
Yet.
Unless I wanted to blow my cover, which would destroy my career at the FBI, I couldn’t do anything about them. I was hopeless. Helpless.
And damned if that didn’t make me feel worthless.
Gio cleared his throat. “Why don’t we look at the security footage?”
