I don’t realise I’m crying until Nero reaches out and wipes a tear from my cheek.
“Don’t crymia cara, as soon as they make their move, I’ll make sure you’re brought to them safely.”
I give him a weak smile as I continue to eat my sandwich and wonder if everything he has said is true. About whether I’m worthy enough to be saved and if they care enough to save me after everything.
Chapter Fifty Five
Lev
Despite all the intel we’ve managed to gain over the last seven days, we can’t make a move yet. The Triads told us Matteo bought extra arms from them when we didn’t allow Marco to buy from us to give to the Irish.
The shipment included explosives and if he thinks we don’t know he’s planted those explosives around where he’s keeping Willow then he has seriously misjudged us. We’re not stupid, we see right through his plan.
He wants to take us out as a whole and I can only imagine he’s going fucking insane wondering why we haven’t done anything yet. Truth is, it’s driving me insane not having done anything yet and thinking about what Willow is going through inside the place. If they’ve laid a finger on her I’ll make sure those fingers are cut off and shoved down their fucking throats to choke on.
Dragna is still touch and go, his surgery wasn’t without complications. He’s still in an induced coma, and we don’t want to give away whether he is alive or dead incase that changes the Italians plans.
This week without both him and Willow has been hell. Right now though, we know exactly where Willow is, we know she’s alive and we know they are planning to wait until we come running to her to blow us all to hell.
We just have to be patient, something that I have learned this week that I can’t fucking stand, but emotional control and all that.
I walk into the living room and sit down at the table beside Nikolai.
“Any changes?” I ask him, sitting back and stretching my legs out.
I’m tired. Between making sure the girls are all okay, Alina going back to hating my guts, watching Dragna lay on a bed after being brought back from the dead, coming up with a plan to get Willow back and dealing with finding where the hell Tommy has ran off to with Ella, I’m starting to understand why Dragna is mostly a grumpy asshole most of the time.
“Actually… I do have interesting information from New York.” He turns his laptop towards me and I sit up, leaning forward to read it. My eyes widen with each line I read of the intel.
“You’re fucking kidding me.” I grind out through my teeth.
“If I was you, I’d give him a call.” Nikolai says as he pulls the laptop back towards him.
That fucking bastard was telling the truth the whole time, because the intel Nikolai has shown me, is transcripts of texts and calls from Marco’s phone.
He has no idea where Matteo is, meaning he most likely has no idea Matteo has been running the Italian skin trade behind his back, which means he doesn’t know Matteo has Willow.
As much as I can’t stand the fuckers, he might be able to help us. If we can get him to meet with Matteo, we can get in to get Willow without Matteo knowing.
While he’s busy with Marco, we’ll disable the cameras, get in, get Willow and get the fuck out and blow the place to dust ourselves taking out whatever dirty Italian is left inside.
I can’t believe I’m about to do this.
I take out my phone and dial Marco’s number, ready to make an alliance with the fucking Italians.
Chapter Fifty Six
Dragna
All I can hear is beeping and the sound of air whooshing. I feel disorientated and I have no idea where the fuck I am.
I hear muffled voices and footsteps walking around me before a bright light appears in one of my eyes. I jerk at how blinding it is before it disappears and suddenly comes back again in the other eye.
There’s more voices and more footsteps clambering around whatever room I’m in and I try to sit up but my body feels like it’s been filled with cement.
“Moy brat. You’re alive.” Someone whispers right beside my ear and I feel a kiss being planted on my forehead before feeling a squeeze of my hand.
“Ughhhh.” Is all that comes out as I try to speak.
