Everyone knows in this world if you eavesdrop you might as well dig your own grave. But I can’t bring myself to sleep. Curiosity of the man who holds me prisoner strikes me harder than lightning.
And if I’m going to be digging my own grave you can best believe I’m taking him down with me.
“What were you thinking?” I hear a deep and smooth voice ask in a disbelieving angry tone. There’s no need to reveal his face to know who it is.
“I was thinking of keeping her alive,” Rico states matter of fact.
“Four of my men are dead,” Constantine says coolly.
“Si.”
A dark chortle passes Constantine’s lips. I can feel the chill in the air from here. “If you were any other man I would have you executed for what you’ve done. You committed an act of betrayal, Rico.”
“Si.”
“Dio mio,” he breathes thinly. “Do you have to be so flippant about it? Do you understand the severity of what you’ve done? This cannot happen again,” he stresses.
Taking a chance I peek from the doorway. Drawn to only him all I see is Rico. He stands tall with his black button down tucked in his slacks, the sleeves cuffed up to his elbows and the first two buttons undone. I see the slither of chest hair covering jagged reddish pink raised flesh. He keeps his hands in his pockets, creating a nonchalant approach.
If I know one thing to be true it is this; Rico fears no man, not even The Devil of the East Coast.
“Carina had told me no harm was to come to her,” he tells him. My brows raise to my hairline. She did? Why on earth would she care how I’m being treated? God, she’s just as ruthless as her husband. “I’m holding my word to Donna Carina.”
Constantine’s head cocks to the side. His eyes scrutinize him. “And I respect you for following my wife’s orders. But we can not be killing our own for the enemy.”
“Is she?” He poses the question
Constantine’s voice drops to a menacing level. “Are you questioning me?”
“I’m finding it hypocritical, Constantine. If we are going by this line of thinking then wasn’t Carina the enemy?”
Holy. Shit.
I know if any man was brave enough to question my pa he would have them silenced. In fact, I know any man in power would do the same.
Rico isn’t just brave, I think he also might be a bit insane.
Constantine squares up with him and somehow his size becomes larger than life. By just a mere two inches it’s as if he’s towering over Rico. He sneers down at him, “Mention my wife and enemy in the same fucking sentence again and I will not hesitate to slit your throat.”
He stares at him bored. “Noted, Constantine.”
Expelling a breath that holds unbridled rage Constantine takes a healthy step away from him. Yet his hand shakes with anger, almost as if he can’t contain it.
I pity any man who dares to say one word against Carina Donati. I have to give it to him, he’ll shed blood in the name of love for his wife.
“Help me understand you, Rico.” I think back to what he said to me last night, how he doesn’t even understand himself. “Because your behavior surrounding the girl is contradictory to the man I know.”
I wait with bated breath for his response. A sick anticipation infects me. This is a man who doesn’t lie. This he told me.
“I said I would handle her and I’m handling her.”
Constantine’s brows pull together. “You’re evading the question. You never evade questions. What is happening between you and the girl?”
“I don’t know.”
He cocks his head to the side, pretending like he didn’t hear him right. “You don’t know?”
“I’ve tortured plenty of men and women before who were traitors to the famiglia. I’ve killed countless more.”
