“I do, too. I can’t wait until we are free to get your documents changed over and let everyone know you’re mine.”
“What’s the next step? How long are we going to be like this?” My voice caught on my words.
“If I can arrange it, I’m going to see you tomorrow, Bea. We just have to be careful because we don’t want to tip your dad off until we are ready.
I sighed. “Tomorrow’s a long way off.”
“It’s already tomorrow, Princess.” His voice was gruff with exhaustion. “Get some rest because when I see you in a few hours, I’m going to fuck you into exhaustion.”
“Good night, Lorenzo,” I whispered before hanging up. It was like he was walking away again. I sobbed into my pillow until I was spent and fell asleep. As soon as my eyes closed, I dreamed of the only man I’d ever loved. I dreamed of Lorenzo.
Chapter Twenty
Lorenzo
“Anything come up?” Romeo came into the office, his anger barely harnessed.
“Not a damn thing. Who’s at the house with the girls?” I countered. I’d hacked into their bank accounts and emails, but couldn’t find anything out of the ordinary. If I had direct access to their computers, I could have looked through those as well. “Do you really think one of them is the leak?”
“Fuck if I know, man.” Romeo shoved his hand through his hair, frustration pouring out of him in waves. “It could honestly be anyone, but I want to rule out the ones I trust most, especially with the safety of my sisters.” Romeo took a deep breath. “Did you ask Bea about her issues with Gino?”
“No.” I shook my head. “I’ll try to talk to her tomorrow. She had a rough weekend, and she was practicing for her audition when I left. I didn’t want to distract her.”
“It’s fine,” Romeo said. “I’ll talk to her later. It will probably be better coming from me anyway.” He smirked. “You annoy her too much. I just figured after a weekend away, you guys might have cleared the air between you.”
It took everything in me not to say that we did more than clear the air–we fucked until the air was thick with the smell of sex, but I kept my mouth shut. Romeo didn’t need the details since it was his sister I was railing all weekend. He would get the idea when Bianca and I didn’t get a divorce. Instead, we would get married again with her family present.
When this was all over, I’d talk to Romeo. For now, his ignorance kept us all a little bit safer for a little bit longer. “That’s fine,” I muttered, a little agitated that he was free to talk to Bianca without having to hide anything or sneak around. Isighed and looked at the screen again. Nothing. There was not a damn thing on Costa or Leone. I felt relief because, outside of myself and Romeo, we had been leaving the girls in their care when we couldn’t be with them. Trusting Bianca’s safety to anyone other than myself and her brother was difficult before she was mine. Now that she was my wife, it was infuriating having to keep my distance and trust someone else.
“For now, I think we keep the guys on them as we have been, but try to adjust as much as possible for them to work in pairs.” Romeo sighed.
“What did Costa and Leone say about tonight and them being away from the house at the same time when at least one was supposed to be there?”
“What could they say?” Romeo shook his head. “They were given orders by my father.”
“Were they together or separate when they came back?” I asked, still not liking that Costa and Leone weren’t together earlier when we were texting Leone.
“They were separate. Costa came back to the house about fifteen minutes after Leone, and he never answered my texts or calls. He said his phone was on silent because his mom relapsed again and was blowing up his phone.”
The hairs stood up on the back of my neck. Why? “Leone had his phone on. If they were assigned the same task, why were they not together?” I growled. “Something is off here. Someone is lying. Gino, Leone, or Costa. We already know Gino is a piece of shit and not to be trusted, but until I can feel certain that Costa and Leone are solid, I think we should keep an eye on them.”
“I agree.” He nodded. “They work in pairs.” He hesitated for a moment. “About what Kozlov said about your father–” He left the statement hanging for a long, pregnant pause. “What would have caused my father to kill his own Capo?”
“My dad wasn’t a rat.” I was still a kid when my dad died. Little more than a boy, but I couldn’t imagine my father ratting on anyone, let alone Morelli.
“Did Kozlov give any other details?”
“No, but how the fuck would he have known a Morelli hit went out? Why would he have known or cared to know?” I leaned back in the office chair and let out a groan. My body ached, I was fucking tired, and I was ready for some sleep, preferably with my dick inside Bianca, but that wasn’t even a fucking possibility right now. “I swear, the more we try to unravel all of this, the more confusing it gets.”
“Let’s say that Kozlov knew about your father’s death. This happened years ago. That takes all three of them out of it. None of them would have known anything about it. They were kids, same as us.”
“But it doesn’t take their fathers out,” I murmured. “All three of them had fathers working for your father. Leone’s is dead. Rossi’s is in jail, and Costa’s is unaccounted for, presumed dead.”
“Benito Rossi isn’t going to rat on shit. He didn’t turn over my dad when he was offered a deal back then, and his ass has been rotting behind bars for years.” Romeo shook his head. “I don’t see him flipping on the family for anything.”
“So that leaves Costa’s dad. Do we know what happened before he disappeared?” I questioned thoughtfully, but Romeo shook his head. “Rome, one of them is involved. I can feel it in my bones, but I don’t know who or why, and I don’t know what it has to do with their fathers.”
“I know there was a lot of shit that went down back then. That was back before my mom died. I remember her crying all the time because the bastard made her miserable. Hell, he made everyone miserable.”
