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“Man, do whatever the fuck you gotta do." I hold my head up, staring him in the eyes.
His lips twitch. “You’re my blood. I expect this from someone else. Not you.Talk.”
I remain silent. The seed of an escape plan takes root in my mind, but I have to keep him talking.
“I couldn’t tolerate the girls. They go through hell, get pimped and get treated like shit by rough guys. I can stomach the drugs, but the women… I’m not dying with that shit on my conscience.”
Giorgio’s face darkens. “Blow his fucking brains out.”
That’s my cue to get away. While Tito reaches under his shirt for his gun, I dash sideways with all my strength. The suddenness of my movement must have stunned both men because I race to the window and jump through. Only when I’m in the air do I hear a loud shot behind me.
“I want him dead!” Giorgio shouts.
I fall, in the company of hundreds of shards of glass, and land on the roof of a red car. The car’s front windshield shatters, surrounding me with more bits of glass as I roll onto the ground.
My lungs are empty, and pain explodes in my waist and wrist, but I ignore the massive discomfort to get to my feet. I look up and see Giorgio pointing a pistol at me out of the window.
I scramble away from the car. Two more shots ring out, keeping me on my toes. Only when I round the building do I let myself exhale. But I can’t stay around here. He’ll send his men and I need to get read.
I’m not scared though, I always knew this day would come.
As it stands, I can’t go home. Pain surges through my body, threatening to drive me crazy. I grunt as I jog down the narrow road thinking of my next move.
Whatever it takes, I have to stay alive.
CHAPTERFOUR
DANIELLA
It’s been three weeks,but sex with Marcello left a thrilling imprint on my mind. The fact that I managed to clone his phone made me even more excited. I sit in front of my laptop, press the power button, and insert the flash in the drive port. Shortly, the information on the drive appears on the computer screen.
Carefully, I scrutinize his messages and find him referring to a contact name as “The Don.”
That’s most likely the man I’ve been searching for all these months. Giorgio Bernardi. He’s the sonofabitch who fired the shot that killed Angelo. I go to his Facebook page and find his pictures.
“Ha, it’s him.” I’d seen his name before but hadn’t been sure he was the guy. Now I’m certain he’s the one.
I click through more pictures and find one of him sitting next to the green-eyed man with whom I’d just had a one-night stand.
They must be very close, and that’s a good thing for me. My next plan is to find the address of Don Giorgio Bernardi and strike him down without leaving a clue. Without hesitation, I do a Google search on his name, and seconds later, the names of his hotels pop up on the screen.
The place I’d gone to last night was also one of his clubs, but not his major domain. Even though he’s got operations all over the city, he’s based in Hampstead. It’s a thirty-minute drive from Queens.
A quick peek at my time tells me it’s just after seven p.m. I get up and pull my hair together into a neat ponytail and slide on a leather jacket before grabbing my bag, about to head to the living room.
Jenna sits on the couch, eyes glued to the TV screen, and I’m about to tell her I’ll be late getting home tonight, but my phone buzzes in my bag. It’s Karter, my ex. Jenna stares at me as I answer the call.
“Hey,” I say, dropping back on the couch.
“You left Dallas without saying anything.”
“We’re no longer a thing. Why should I tell you my whereabouts?”
I hear a chuckle in the background. “I’m still your trainer, remember? You asked me to teach you how to fight, and I did a great job training you. I hope you’re not making trouble with those moves.”
“No, I’m not. Are you happy now?”
Karter sighs. “Is this about Angelo? Are you seeking some kind of revenge?”
