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Saint looks back toward me as Dante joins him. They’re both only wearing boxers, their hard chests exposed, their attention focused on the noise outside, instead of my throbbing clit, which is a damn right shame if you ask me.
“Go!” I shout, coming to terms with the noise being a top priority. “Do what you have to. I’m okay until Luca gets here.”
Saint’s eyes darken and narrow as his teeth begin to bare, the Wolf disappearing out the door.
Chapter Eight
Luca
The bunker is a three by six space that sits just beneath the master bedroom. The latch is in a hatch behind a tile in the shower and opens up in the master closet. Every good mobster house has an escape route, but I’m not sure this counts as that. In Italy, we have tunnels for emergency escapes that travel for miles. They split and diverge for multiple exits and offer options. This one doesn’t fit that bill. This one is like Nazi quarters behind a wall in a house. If someone finds us here, they’re going to get us, diary and all.
“What’s going on?” Lucy’s voice is shaking, and for the first time Dante and I arrived, she seems upset. Her trademark sarcasm has been drawn from her voice.
“It’s fine,” I say. “I’m pretty sure I know who it is. If anyone had listened to me, we could’ve handled this a lot differently.”
Her brows narrow. “Who is it?”
“Viktor. I called him to come get you.” I straighten my back against the colds cement and cross my arms in front of each other. I know she’s going to give me a lecture, though you’d think she’d be happy to be rescued.
“You did what? Why?”
“You’re sick. I overheard the doctor talking to Saint. Besides that, you’re not our problem. You’re going to get us killed… and for what? Some safe deposit box shit you stole. No, not happening. I’ve followed these guys around for years doing as I’m told, but this was just too far.”
She narrows her eyes and looks toward me, standing from the wood bench. “You really don’t like me, do you?”
“Like you? What does that matter? You’re going to get my friends killed. They’re running around here like a couple of fucking love drunk idiots while you’re pulling the wool over their eyes. Sorry. If Viktor wants you safe, he can do it.”
She looks down then slides against the back wall to the ground, covering her face before her shoulders begin to shake.
Jesus and a garden of shit… what the hell is this woman doing?
“Get up,” I say. “You can’t start this crying shit with me. It’s not going to work.”
“I’m sorry.” Her voice is low as she squeaks the words out. “I didn’t ask for any of this. I didn’t steal whatever this British guy thinks I did, and I didn’t ask to be kept safe. I’d prefer to watch out for myself.”
“You would’ve been captured last night. You’d be sitting in some British torture cell. That man is insane. You have no fucking clue what you’re talking about or who you’re messing with.”
“It doesn’t matter, anyway. I’m dead. You guys are risking your lives for nothing.”
“Why are you dead?” I say in a droning voice. “Is that what this whole brain swelling thing is about? I heard the doctor say he didn’t know. He’d need to run more tests. You’re being dramatic again, like you have since we met. It’s not going to work on me.”
“I’m not trying to work you over… and why are you still wearing that suit? It’s like what… two in the morning?”
“I don’t have to get my clothes approved by you before I wear them, and you never answered my question. Why are you dead?”
She lets out a heavy sigh and stands. “Because I have cancer. Brain cancer… a tumor on my brain. It’s inoperable. I found out the day before I came out on this boat with Saint. So forgive me for being a little all over the place.”
“And you’d be willing to get this verified by the doctor?”
She narrows her gaze toward me. “Are you the Velma of the group? Are you always dropping your glasses and searching around for them while the real gangsters nab the bad guys?”
I bite the inside of my cheek and stare back at her. “I deserved that. You’ll have to forgive me, I’m about as untrusting as they come. You have to be in my line of work.”
“And what will your boss say when he finds out you went above his head to call for help?”
“He’ll thank me for having the foresight to see what was best for the group.”
She wipes away a tear and laughs. “Yeah, I totally see a man they callThe Wolf, being understanding like that. You’re probably right.”
