LUCA
During his conversation with Angel, Luca noticed that Teresa had entered the ballroom. Since she was a nurse, he’d asked her to look in on Lorenzo, and anyone else who was hurt. Teresa stopped and looked down at the dead men.
“I need some of your men to help get them out of here,” Luca told Angel.
“Si. No problem.”
Luca walked over to his sister and placed his hand on her shoulder. He had never felt such guilt. The occasion was ruined for his wife, and most of their guests were more than likely traumatized.
“How is Lorenzo?” he asked Teresa.
Since Angel was next to him, he spoke in English so not to be rude. “He’s fine. I cleaned and covered his wound and gave him one of mamma’s pills for pain. That’s all I can do. I don't have much to work with.”
“That’s good. Grazie.”
“Luca,” Angel called out, tapping him on the arm. “This one I’ve seen before.”
Luca looked down at the man lying dead on the floor. All of the men had the characteristics of Eastern Europeans, but Luca hadn’t recognized any of them, so he was more than curious as to the man’s identity. He glared pointedly at Angel and waited for him to elaborate.
“I was at the Grand Lux Cafe. Tammy was having dinner with a woman, and they began to argue. Then Ta—”
Luca instantly saw red. He grabbed Angel by the collar.
“You were following my wife?” Luca seethed through gritted teeth.
“I…it was a coincidence, Luca.”
“Coincidence?” Luca asked.
He was rightfully skeptical.
“Si, coincidence. Now get your fucking hands off of me,” Angel commanded. “I was at the bar having a drink before they arrived.”
Luca narrowed his eyes. He was certain that Angel was lying, and if he hadn’t needed the information Angel had, he might have ripped his head off. But he did need it, so he reluctantly released the man’s shirt.
“Go on,” Luca prompted.
Angel stepped back and adjusted his shirt before continuing.
“Well, they argued, and Tammy left. But minutes after she left, the woman got up, went to another table, and sat down with this man,” Angel said, pointing to the dead man on the floor.
“Are you certain?”
“I am certain,” Angel responded.
Luca searched the room until his eyes landed on his wife. As if she sensed him, she looked up. He waved her over. He didn't know what was going on, but he sure as hell was about to get to the bottom of it.
TAMMY
Tammy slammed the much-needed shot of whiskey and headed toward Luca. She didn't know what he wanted, but judging by his expression, it was serious. As she approached, she noticed the familiar vein that always popped out of Luca’s forehead whenever he was angry. When his glare turned toward Angel, Tammy was relieved. She’d had enough excitement for the day.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Who were you having dinner with at the Grand Lux Cafe?”
Tammy was taken aback by the unexpected question. “Huh?”
“Grand Lux Cafe…who were you with?”
