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A fake smile plastered on his face as he turned to me. “Of course. She has never been happier. Though I am not sure her meds are entirely accurate. She has seemed more…emotional as of late. I shall investigate it after the wedding.”
Irritation brewed within me. I was sure my mother’s moods towards him had nothing to do with her medication and more to do with the hate she possessed for her brother-in-law. I shuffled in my seat and sat up taller. Now to test the waters on the topic of Olivia.
“Weddings all around in the Buccini family,” I smiled as I raised my tumbler to Max. He returned my celebration by raising his and Sal turned to pick his own glass up. “First you and mamma, then Max and Camilla. Makes me think I should pop the question too.”
For a split second, Sal’s hand froze on its way up to bring his drink to his mouth. It was the smallest reaction, but I caught it.
“Though I am not sure Olivia is perhaps the right woman to be married to a Boss,” I added.
Max’s eyes widened slightly until he caught my eye and realised what I was doing. Sal turned to me, suddenly fully invested in our conversation. “I thought she was the love of your life?”
I shrugged, “I may have been letting how good her pussy tastes affect my judgement. I don’t think she is cut out for this world after all, but we will see.”
I had never seen a wider grin on Boss’ face. “I could have told you that Giovanni. But I guess the truth always comes out eventually.”
I pursed my lips together to avoid the laugh I was suppressing at his words. There was no doubt in my mind that he wanted Olivia out of my life, and he would go to any lengths to achieve it. Even more reason to end him.
“I couldn’t agree more,” Max said with a grin as he looked over at me.
“Very wise words indeed, papi,” I said calmly even though it physically hurt me to call him that, but it had the desired effect. His face broke out into a genuine smile when heard that word from my lips. “Shall we go? We must not keep your bride waiting?”
***
The wedding car was speeding down the cliff roads and I glanced up ahead when I saw the junction that I had agreed with the Leones would be the ambush point. I had managed to persuade Salvatore to be unarmed in his wedding suit, promising that I had my gun and his soldiers had theirs. He agreed easily to my surprise, his genuine happiness helping to distract him.
“You know when I first saw your mamma, I knew I would marry her one day,” he suddenly interrupted the silence in the car and I turned to look at him. He was staring out of the window, deep in thought. “I saw her first. She was always meant to be mine. But life doesn’t always work out the way we want it. Sometimes, we must fight for what we want because life doesn't hand you everything on a plate, son.”
I stilled at his words. It was almost a confession. He didn't know that I would be able to read between the lines. That I would understand the true meaning of his words.
Suddenly, the breaks of the car slammed on as Sal’s soldier noticed the convoy blocking the road ahead. Sal’s eyes glazed over when he saw Riccardo and Lorenzo standing in front of several cars with their arms folded and sinister smiles.
“Fucking Leones,” Sal hissed as I pulled out my gun from the back of my trousers. “Pass me your gun,” he demanded his driver who hesitated slightly before passing it back to Sal. Shit. I wanted him unarmed for this.
“Plan Boss?” I asked frantically as I looked out the back window at two other SUVs that had suddenly blocked us in from behind. Sal growled when he saw it too.
“Take as many of them out as we can. If they get too close, we jump.”
My eyes widened as I realised what he meant. “Off the fucking cliff?”
“Si. If they capture us, it's game over Giovanni. At least if we jump, we have a chance of surviving.” He flung open the car door and opened fire on the Leone men. I did the same, ensuring I missed every time. This was not going to fucking plan. I ducked behind the shelter of the bullet proof door as bullets plummeted our way.
Fuck. I couldn’t let Sal get shot here. I couldn’t let him jump either. It was a huge risk but I had to knock him out. Keeping low, I snuck around the back of the car hoping the Leone soldiers behind us didn’t open fire on my ass or I was dead. Sal was too distracted shooting forwards to notice me approaching behind. Using the handle of my gun, I hit him hard on the back of the head and he fell to the dirt floor, unconscious. Glancing at the Buccini driver, I saw blood all over the window of the car and realised he had already been taken out.
“Tieni il fuoco! Salvatore è fuori! (Hold fire! Salvatore is out!)” I shouted. This was the moment it could have all gone wrong. Had I put too much trust in my enemy? They could easily kill me themselves right here and take down the whole Buccini family. The only security I had is that the commission had only given approval for Sal’s death and not mine.
The gun shots stopped. I slowly stood up, with my hands in the air as two Leone soldiers came running towards our car. They tied Sal’s hands behind his back and threw a hooded bag over his head before dragging him over to a SUV. I walked up to Riccardo and Lorenzo.
“Thought you said he wouldn’t be armed?” Lorenzo narrowed his eyes on me.
“He wasn’t. He took his soldier’s gun.”
“Well, that was fast thinking to knock him out or we might have killed him on this fucking dirt road and where is the fun in that?” Riccardo grinned.
I climbed into their car with them and we all drove back to the Leone’s mansion. As soon as we arrived, I walked away from the men to ring Olivia. There were always two soldiers on my guard, watching me suspiciously as I spoke in a hushed voice down the phone. As soon as I was done, I pocketed it and walked into their estate. The soldiers led me down to the cellars below the house which is where their interrogation and torture rooms were. I was put in the room next to where they were holding Sal.
After a few minutes, Lorenzo came in. We did not like each other. That much was clear. Where Riccardo seemed to enjoy at least trying to be civil towards me, Lorenzo never hid his feelings. And they were fucking mutual.
“He has just woken up. Father is going to start the torture now and I had the idea of making it seem legit that you were being tortured too,” he smirked. I chuckled as I folded my arms.
