“With you and Andre,” I said.“And a house’s worth of eyes at a distance.”
“And what about your wife?Eventually she’s going to catch on that you are keeping things from her.”
I downed the rest of my scotch.“Let me worry about her.You just do your fucking job, okay?”
He started to leave, then turned back.“The traitor took the bait.He was at San Rocco at midnight.We don’t have much to go on just yet.”
“What’s his name?”
“Don’t even worry about that.You worry about Dante.”
I closed the door, folded the map, and put it in my pocket with the ring.One belonged to blood.One belonged to bone.Both belonged to me long enough to break them.
34
MIA
My husband might think I didn’t have knowledge of what was going on, but no one was stopping me from talking to the man they captured.This ridiculous feud needed to end.A room near the back wing was where they kept him.
Enzo was awake.He did not look surprised to see me.“Mrs.Di Fiore.You shouldn’t be here.”
“You shouldn’t have taken me.”I sat my hip against the doorframe and let the light fall on my face.
He squinted.“You were an easy mark.Pretty, too—too pretty for a girl from here.”
“Is that what your boss told you?”
“My boss?”He blinked.“We follow orders.You come with the chance for a payday.We take it.Big men, little risks.It’s how things work.”
“Names.Give me names.”
He shook his head.“You don’t want to play.We get paid not to?—”
“Your boss,” I insisted.“You said ‘we follow orders.’Who called the orders?”
He stared at me for a long time.“Can’t tell you,” he said at last.“You’re protected though.”
“Protected?”I laughed then, short, a sound too sharp to be polite.“Protected by men who throw women into vans and want ransom?”
He flinched.Then he said the name.“Dante.Dante Gallo.”
Dante.“Why him?”
“He—” Enzo swallowed.“He—he doesn’t want you dead.Not really.He wants something bigger.He wants to make the man who took everything see what it costs for his deception.He said something about finishing what your father began.”He shrugged.
”What does that mean?What did my father do?”
Enzo blinked, eyes losing their shine.“Family debts.Old promises.He thinks his old man was robbed.He thinks Enrico’s father built a kingdom on his family’s grave.He’s got men who still believe it.They want a reckoning.”
His fear was visible now, thin as skin.“Who’s running him, Enzo?”
“Dante’s father might’ve died, but he’s not the first son to seek revenge for his father.He’s the one with ideas about how to make men pay.He paid us to take you for leverage.He’s not after your blood; he’s after the empire.He wants you to watch your husband’s world crumble.”
Dante’s obsession.Revenge.
“I’ll tell my husband you were helpful with information.Maybe that’ll make your death less painful.”I closed the door and went to find Marco.When I found him in the study, he was running his fingers on an old map.He gazed up when I came in, and his face folded like a card when I told him the name.
“Dante Gallo,” he said.He didn’t make a noise.He made space.“You heard of him?”
