Confused, I asked, “Why?” It’s not like we were on a date or something.
“Because it’s dark and it’s the right thing to do.”
I pondered his answer as he led me to the door.
“What time do you work tomorrow?” he asked.
“Two. They’re having me close. Why?”
“I’ll be here at one thirty to pick you up.”
I stopped. “You don’t have to do that. I can take the bus.”
“I do have to. My boss asked me to, remember?”
His answer reminded me our ride was just part of his job, which upset me for some strange reason. I don’t know what I’d been expecting, but the disappointment stung. “Oh, yeah. Fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I reached for the doorknob, but he got to it first, his hand freezing midturn. “Does that piss you off?” he asked, humor sparkling in his eyes as he watched me.
“No. I don’t know. It shouldn’t.” I really wanted to get past him and into the comfort of my house.
His lips twitched like he was fighting off a smile, which actually did piss me off. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, opening the door for me.
“Whatever,” I said, stepping past him and into the house, where I caught Papa peeking through the blinds.
When the door closed behind me, he asked, “Who brought you home?”
I rolled my eyes. “He’s nobody, Papa. Just one of the security guys from work.”
Papa’s eyebrows rose. “Nice car. They must pay their security well.”
“Yeah.” Too confused about Dominico to discuss him, I waved Papa off. “But don’t you want to hear about my first day?”
He smiled and stepped away from the window to hug me. “Of course, luce dei miei occhi. How did it go?”
Thankful for his willingness to let all talk of that frustrating security guard drop, I gave him a full rundown on my day while I made us a snack, shoving Dominico and his flashy car firmly from my thoughts.
CHAPTER SIX
Dominico
AFTER I DROPPED Annetta’s sweet ass off at her house, I headed to the casino for a meeting with Carlo. Taking my seat beside Michael, I waited as a few more soldiers from Carlo’s team filed in.
When Carlo entered, he brought us up to speed on the details of the attack. Then Michael stood and gave everyone a rundown on what we’d found out about Chains before Carlo took over again.
“If you’re on a job, I want you to continue it,” he said, leaning against his desk. “We need to keep money flowing in, but every single one of you needs to be on the lookout for thisstronzo, this bastard, and I want to know the instant you get eyes on him. Also, we know he didn’t act alone. We need to pull him in alive, so we can pinch him for information on the rest of his crew and make him rat out his employer. They won’t get away with this. Not a goddamn one of ’em.”
Carlo released the team, but told me and Michael to hang back. Once his office cleared, he sat us back down and reminded us of our duty.
“Regardless of who finds Chains and his gang, your father wants you two to handle this,” he said. “He wants you to make this asshole squeal like a pig.”
Michael nodded, his expression guarded. “I figured as much.”
I had, too, unfortunately. Father had people—people who could pry the deepest hidden secrets from anyone—but he insisted that me and Michael needed the experience, so lately we’d been getting all the torture gigs. Lucky us.
“I’m hoping we find them before this weekend, but if not, we’re gonna need extra security at the engagement dinner. Since we don’t want to look like we don’t have our shit together, the boss has been hesitant to bring Don De Lucca in on our situation, but I don’t know how long he can hold off. If the De Luccas feel we hid the information from them…” Carlo shook his head.
“When’s Father gonna make the call?” Michael asked.
