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Alessandro
Brooks and I sit on his jet, an hour into our flight to New York. While it’s true that there are a million other things I should do, I still agreed to go, especially after Zhang and Blanc snuck out without saying a word to me. According to my men, both got on a jet and are headed to Europe as we speak. Once they land, I have men who will have eyes on them. Until then, there’s nothing I can do even though it rubbed me the wrong way. They were supposed to brief me, not take off with their tails tucked between their legs. Again, making me wonder if they had a hand in DeLeon’s death.
Brooks is working on his tablet as we chat, preparing for the meeting that will take place shortly after we land.
I ask, “What’s the prospect’s name?”
“Giosuè Caruso.”
“Doesn’t ring a bell.”
Brooks hands me his tablet. “Didn’t for me, either. Like I said, this guy is only getting in because his bride-to-be is loaded.”
There’s a photo of Giosuè on the screen with a date of three months ago stamped on the bottom. He’s on a yacht with two topless women. His arm is around one while he sucks on the other’s fake tit.
“Which of these classy ladies is the heiress?”
“Neither. Those are hookers he paid for on a bender weekend in the South of France.”
“Does the fiancée know?”
“Doubtful. She’s kept under lock and key by her father, who’s also the one who orchestrated the marriage.” Brooks leans over, swiping the screen. “These are her financial documents. From what I can tell, her old man is marrying her off with the agreement that he gets a cut of the money, too.”
I whistle. “I’m surprised there’s this kind of money floating around, and the Brotherhood hasn’t already tried to get their hands on it.”
“That’s why we’re here, my friend, to seal the deal. She’s a real sweet thing, too. It’s a shame she’s going to end up with that prick. I can tell you right now, she’s the ‘til death’ kind of girl. Her photo is next.”
I swipe the screen and still.
That face.
A heavy feeling settles in my chest.
I’d know her anywhere.
Brooks says, “That’s our heiress. Isabetta Bass.”
“Is there a file on her?”
“Of course.”
I swipe out of Giosuè’s file and find Isabetta’s. Opening it, I skim over her info. She lives in Brooklyn in the same family home she’s lived in her entire life. She no longer works at the hair salon where we met and now spends her time working in a corporate job that pays well. In her free time, she volunteers at local animal shelters and also likes to take photos of the animals for her social media.
Typical rich girl.
I find myself disappointed in her.
Her wedding is in two weeks, on her twenty-eighth birthday. It’s also the day her inheritance becomes hers. An odd coincidence. Too odd.
“Does she know about the inheritance?”
“No.”
“How did that happen?”
“A beloved grandmother set it up before she died. From what I can tell, she hoped Isabetta would be long gone from her father’s home before she came into that money. Makes me think her old man knew about the money and kept her close just to get his hands on it.”
