He nods.
“Then you’ve got two jobs,” I tell him. “Find Aurelio. And find whoever got into your phone.”
He gives a short, humorless laugh. “Yeah. Easy.”
I stare at him, and the sarcasm evaporates off his face. “Are you good or do we have a problem?”
“I work for Vin now, Tommy. If you’re hisconsigliereand this is what he wants,then I’ll do what needs to be done.”
I turn on my heel, heading for the door.
“Hey, Tommy.”
I stop. “What.”
“You don’t want to hear it, but I care about her. I’m going to make sure whoever did this suffers for hurting her. Starting with Aurelio.”
I fucking hate this guy.
Without responding, I head toward my car as a Town Car glides into the garage, headlights cutting through the dim light. I pivot, hand on my gun, but the door opens and Olivia bursts out, running straight at me.
“Tommy! Oh my God, it’s been forever!” She hugs me before I can stop her. “How’s Giovanna? I heard all kinds of shit—”
I extricate myself from her embrace, stepping back. “She’s alright. Where have you been staying? You’re not still on the Demonio estate, are you?”
Her face contorts like she bit into something bitter. “No. Hundred percent, no. Vin got me out of there awhile ago, and Matti lets me use my suite at Dragovari Tower full time now.”
“That’s good.” I pull my phone out. I’ve got a ton of notifications.
“Oh, fuck yeah. A thousand times better. I mean, there’s a reason I was spending so much time here.”
I open my phone and glance up at her, frowning. “Why are you here now?”
“I heard the hottie in 2C was leaving today, so I came down to say my goodbyes.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me, and I frown.
2C?
“You mean Antonio’s cell?”
She nods and does a little dance that I don’t understand. “Antonioooooo…. That ink, I mean…” She fans herself, tongue hanging out.
“Jesus Christ, Olivia. You know there’s a reason that fuckers like that are here.”
“I heard he works for Vin now, so he must not be that bad. Right?” She bumps me with her hip as I open my messages. Most of the notifications are from Gi.
“Just stay the fuck away from him. Please. For me.”
“Why? What do you have against him?”
I don’t answer, quickly scanning a slew of texts from Giovanna that make absolutely no fucking sense.
What the fuck is wrong
with you, Tommy?
How many times did I
ask you if you fucked
