Instead, Scala motioned towards Autumn. “We have information.”
Autumn grimaced. He wasn’t giving her a choice. Scarlett was going to be the prey for a pack of wild dogs.
She deserves whatever happens to her.
Autumn ignored the voice in her head and cleared her throat as twelve pairs of eyes moved to watch her. “It’s two people who killed your daughters.” She looked at both Casale and Moretti.
Casale glared at her, still pissed about their conversation after his daughter’s funeral.
“Due?” Moretti asked, “Two men. Who are they?”
“Actually, it’s a man and a woman. We don’t know where they are just yet.” Autumn ignored the who part of the question. With everything Scarlett did to her, she wasn’t ready to give her up. She had questions for her sister before she would let these men have her.
“La puttana? A whore?” Casale spit. “Impossibile. A woman isn’t strong enough to…” The man’s voice broke.
“A woman is just as capable as a man,” Autumn told the group. “Poison is a woman’s specialty in most cases.”
“Yes, women are crafty. Isn’t that right, Nico?” Casale seemed to goad Scala.
Scala ignored him. “I have someone searching for the woman.”
Autumn blinked at this news. When was he going to tell her?Washe going to tell her?
Cyrus took a step toward Autumn. He looked at her similarly to the others but with more curiosity. “You’re the woman I’ve heard so much about, yes?”
She looked at Casale with narrowed eyes. What exactly did the mafia don tell his associates about her?
Autumn nodded once. Scala tensed at her side. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his hands curl into fists. He took a menacing step toward his uncle’s business partner. Autumn put a hand on Scala’s tense arm.
She nodded to Moretti. “Yes, I’m doing everything I can to find the person murdering the women in your families.” She looked at Casale to include him in her statement. “I need to know who may be in danger next.”
Autumn stared at him, undaunted by his height. “Anastasia didn’t have a bodyguard, correct?”
Autumn assumed this man used his fists on whomever he talked with to get the information he wanted. She nodded to him, then looked between the two men. “There is a third wheel here, right? Gianni Esposito? Does he have a daughter and if so, does she have any affiliation with the syndicate?”
Casale spits on the ground again. Cyrus glared and cursed in Italian.
“Yeah, and that bitch can rot in hell.” Casale grunted, ignoring Moretti’s dark glare. “Gianni treats her like an angel, and she still looks down her nose at him.”
“Why?”
“She hates what he is, that’s why. She won’t come within ten feet of her family.”
“So, she doesn’t have protection either?”
“You kiddin’ me? Her goddamned art gallery is like Fort Knox.” He inclined his head to Scala. “Nico knows how to get in touch with Lydia.” His bubbling laugh was anything but amusing. Casale’s lips curled up, and it seemed like he wanted all the attention on his nephew. “Isn’t that right, boy?”
Autumn turned to see her bodyguard narrow his eyes on Casale. His lips pressed into a thin line. “Yes, I can find her.”
Was this Lydia Esposito an ex? Autumn assumed she would find out, not that she cared. Nico Scala was nothing, not really. They’d had sex.
Really good sex.
She refused to acknowledge that thought as they left the restaurant. Heat moved up her neck. It was good, better than good, but a one-time thing.
Autumn didn’t expect it to happen again.
After getting in the car, Autumn listened to the Italian conversation Scala had while driving.
