“If that’s your way of asking me for a favor, Tommy—”
“When did I say I was asking?” I step in closer, chest to chest. “My woman brokered a deal with you, and I’m here to enforce it.If you don’t do what we’re asking you to do, you’re fucking dead. It’s that simple.”
He gives a bitter laugh. “I’m dead either way if Aurelio figures it out.”
I shrug. “You’re choice. I’d be happy to put you out of your misery right now.”
Antonio exhales sharply. “How long am I supposed to pretend I still work for Aurelio?”
“Until we find him. He trusted you once. I don’t know what you did to fuck that up, but—”
“I refused to rape Giovanna,” he snaps, his voice bouncing off the concrete walls. “Aurelio stopped trusting me when I wouldn’t fuck her, asshole.”
My jaw locks. Maybe it’s true. Maybe it isn’t. Just because he wasn’t the one to send the videos doesn’t mean he didn’t do it.
“You know,” I say, circling him slowly, “I’ve been meaning to ask. If you didn’t rape her and you didn’t send the videos, why did the first one I got reference the video I sent you?”
He stiffens. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
I keep moving, forcing him to pivot to face me. “I sent you a video on Giovanna’s 21st birthday.”
He scowls. “I remember.”
“And in the first video I got from the rapist fuck, the text referenced that video. It said: I didn’t come on her face like you did, but she’s all fucking mind now, bitch.” I spit the words out, my hands curling into fists. “You expect me to believe that’s a coincidence?”
“You didn’t fucking get that text from me.”
“Who else knows about the video then?”
“No one. I didn’t fucking show it to anyone, if that’s what you’re implying.” He clenches his fists like he’s bracing for a fight, the two of us circling each other.
“What did you do with it?”
“Nothing.”
“Did you delete it?”
Something flickers across his face—hesitation. “Not until later.”
I grab him by the shirt, slam him into the wall hard enough to knock the wind out of him.
“What did you plan on doing with a video of my woman getting fucked?”
He snarls, teeth bared. “What did you think I’d do when you sent it to me?”
“Take it as a mother fucking warning and move on.” I slam him back into the wall, and he grabs my wrists. “When did you delete it?”
His eyes flicker. “She caught me cheating, and she went through my photos. I deleted it after that so she wouldn’t dig deeper and find it.”
I don’t let go. “Why didn’t you want her to see it?”
His jaw tightens. “Because she wouldn’t fuck me. I didn’t want her to see it and feel…things for you.”
As much as I want a reason to pummel this fucker, I know he’s telling the truth. I release him and walk away, pushing my fingers through my hair. “Who else had access to your cloud? Who would have seen it?”
“I don’t know. No one. But maybe—anyone. Anyone could have hacked into my cloud.”
“Or gotten into your phone like she did,” I add.
