I reached into my pocket and texted Marcello. He responded immediately and said he had eyes on Alex. We had cameras everywhere and read all of her texts, listened to all of her phone calls, and intercepted every email.
It was for her protection.
I killed for her.
I would do anything for her.
Bash patted my back, shoving me down the street toward his car. “Before we leave, I want to see her. Even if it’s only for a minute. I don’t care what we promised Luca.”
I nodded. “Luca’s not here. What he doesn’t know won’t kill him.”
We got into his Porsche and drove to an Italian restaurant in downtown Providence.
I slid into the booth beside Bastian and didn’t bother scanning the menu, knowing what I wanted to eat. Meanwhile, Mr. Indecisive mulled over every item.
I tapped my platinum and onyx ring on the table beside his hand. The black chips formed a serpent that represented the Salvatore crest. Our father had given them to us when we became Knights.
“Just pick something.”
“You pick.” Bastian handed me the menu. “I’m sick of making decisions.”
His grandfather had called while we were spying on Alex. We were having a good day until the old man shared his thoughts about Bash and his life.
Nothing was ever good enough. It didn’t matter that Bash had straight A’s and would make a good CEO of Atlantic Airlines after graduation. Bastian could have turned water into wine, and Fitzy would have said, Is that all you can do?
I placed my hand on top of his. “Don’t worry about that old bastard. He’s only trying to fuck with your head.”
Bastian’s nostrils flared. “I fucking hate him. I wish he would die already and stay the fuck out of my business.”
“He’ll probably live forever just to torture you,” I joked, but he didn’t find it funny.
The waitress arrived with our wine and poured two glasses. She flashed a smile at us, staring as if she were wondering how we would look naked. I was good-looking. People said I could be a model. And it wasn’t like I didn’t own a mirror. But I only wanted one woman, and this girl was not Alex.
Not even close.
So, I slipped my fingers between Bash’s on the table to give her the hint to fuck off. Her eyes lowered to our joined hands. As if she got the message, she set the wine on the table and took a step back.
“What can I get you, gentlemen?”
I handed her the menus. “We’ll both have the eggplant caponata.”
“I’m not in the mood for stew,” Bash complained as she walked away.
“You’re not in the mood for anything. So sit there and be quiet if you’re going to act like a baby.”
He stuck out his tongue, and it reminded me of when we were kids. Whenever Bash didn’t get his way, he would act out.
I tried all day to cheer him up.
Nothing worked.
Bash leaned into my arm and slid his hand onto my thigh. “You know what would make me feel better?”
“My lips wrapped around your cock?”
“Hmmm…” He licked his lips. “Yes, to that later. But I was thinking Alex’s pussy will make this day all better.”
“She’s only ten minutes away. And I know she’s dying to see you. Her brother won’t be home for a few hours. We’ll have her all to ourselves.”
