“I think we both know why she let that happen,” Remo said with a shrug.
“Can I ask how you plan to get the casino? If something happens to Frank, won’t it just… go up for sale to the highest bidder?”
“That’s exactly what would happen. Which is why Frank isn’t falling off any balconies. Yet,” he added with a small chuckle.
It was another comment that should have horrified me. Frank hadn’t, after all, been the one to beat me.
But he had walked away and allowed it to happen. He would have assaulted me, given the chance.
Him ‘falling off a balcony’ could be seen as an act of harm reduction, saving hundreds of other women from his predatory ways.
“This part is boring,” Remo admitted. “It’s about untangling the mess that is his finances to know exactly how I can get him to sign the place over to me. Legally.”
“You’re right. That does sound boring. It’s a good thing you got a little sleep then.”
“Two whole hours,” Remo said. “Could go for another three days now.”
It was right then that Dom came out of the bedroom, hair wet, face looking even more bruised than before, wearing Milo’s clothes that were too snug all around.
“Baby, do you mind letting us talk in private?” Milo asked, giving my shoulders a squeeze.
I won’t lie; I was disappointed. After worrying about him for days, I wanted to know what happened to Dom. And, yes, after I’d been the one to kind of crack his case.
But I wasn’t part of the mob.
I couldn’t be privy to everything.
“Sure,” I agreed, popping up. “My head is a little spinny from the meds anyway,” I added. “I could use a lie down.”
I got a kiss on the temple before I walked away.
And as I listened to low male baritone voices, I couldn’t make out any actual words, and I really hoped that maybe pillow talk would get chatty later when everyone was gone.
Because what the heck had Dom done to make a woman stalk and kidnap him?
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Milo
“You’re not fucking leaving,” I snapped when Dom informed us that he had to get going.
“Sorry, Remo. Know you got shit going down. But it seems like I do too now.”
I glanced at Remo, who looked as lost as I did.
“You can’t just wander the fuck off without Luca’s permission,” I reminded him.
“This is gonna be one of those ‘ask for forgiveness, not permission’ things,” he said, making his way to the door.
“Get your ass back here,” I called as he made his way to the door.
“Look,” Dom said, turning back to us. “I was just kidnapped and held prisoner by a woman I’ve never seen before in my life. One who is really fucking pissed off at me about… something. I gotta go find out what it was.”
With that, he was gone.
It seemed that both Milo and I decided in unison that Domenico was not in the mood for us to physically detain him.
“You fucking Navesink Bank guys,” Remo said, sighing. “Is it evernota woman with you?”
