"The baby complicated things," Ricci admitted, voice strained. "A legitimate heir to both families. Giuseppe wanted it gone—wanted Sienna gone. That's why he set up the Terminal B meeting."
Ice flooded my veins. "He was going to kill her there."
"Was going to have it look like a Romano hit. Frame you for murdering your own wife." Ricci managed a bloody smile. "Turn theMoretti organization and your own soldiers against you. Who follows a man who murders his pregnant wife? Your captains would abandon you. The Morettis would hunt you. You'd be finished."
The casual way he discussed murdering Sienna made something dark and primal surge through me. I pressed my gun against his wounded shoulder, making him scream.
"Where's Giuseppe now?" I demanded.
"How the fuck should I know? We kept our operations separate—" Another scream as I applied more pressure. "Queens! He said he was hitting your safe house in Queens!"
"I know. He's already there. Already captured." I stood, looking down at him with contempt. "You really thought you could outmaneuver me? You're not even playing the same game."
I nodded to Marco, who raised his weapon.
"Wait!" Ricci's eyes widened. "We can make a deal. I have resources, connections—"
"I don't make deals with men who threaten my family."
Marco's shot was clean. Professional. Ricci slumped sideways, dead before he hit the ground.
The warehouse went silent except for the ragged breathing of Ricci's captured men. They stared at their dead boss, then at me, understanding their situation perfectly.
"You have two choices," I told them. "Leave the city tonight—leave the state—and never come back. Or join your employer." I gestured to Ricci's corpse. "Decide now."
"We're gone," one of them said immediately. The others nodded frantically.
"Cut them loose," I ordered. "Give them each five thousand cash and a ride to the state line. If I ever see them again, they're dead."
As my men processed the prisoners, my phone buzzed. Dante:Giuseppe wants to negotiate. Says he has information about a bigger threat. Wants to talk to you directly.
Of course he did. Giuseppe Moretti hadn't built his reputation by giving up easily.
But Giuseppe was different from Ricci. He was Sienna's uncle—family, despite his betrayal. And after everything I'd put her through, every choice I'd made for her, this one should be hers.
She deserved to face the man who'd tried to kill her and our child. Deserved to hear his justifications and decide whether he lived or died.
I'd already taken too many choices from her. This one would be hers to make.
"Tell Dante I'm on my way," I said to Marco. "Keep Giuseppe alive until I get there. And contact Angelo—tell Sienna I'm bringing her uncle to her."
Marco hesitated. "Boss, are you sure? She's pregnant, still shaken from Terminal B—"
"She's stronger than either of us give her credit for." I holstered my weapon. "And she deserves to look her uncle in the eye and hear him admit what he tried to do to her. To our child."
"And if she wants him dead?"
"Then I'll pull the trigger myself." I started toward the exit. "But the choice will be hers."
"What about Francesco?" Marco asked.
"Bring him too." My voice was flat. "Sienna should see exactly who betrayed us. Who gave Giuseppe the tools to almost kill her."
Marco nodded grimly. "He's been asking what's going to happen to him."
"He'll find out soon enough."
"Ricci's people?" I asked Marco.
