Suddenly the door burst open, and a whole crowd of people streamed in.
Lucia was at the head of the pack. “You fucked Giorgio in the Boboli Gardens and you didn’t evenTELL me?!”
“Yeah,” Bianca agreed, “what the hell! There was an hour between Florence and here, and you never mentioned itonce!”
“I didn’tmeanto tell them – I swear!” Cat wailed. “It just slipped out!”
I burst out in a mortified laugh.
Valentino came in after the women, grinning like a movie star. “Okay, I’ve done some crazy shit in my day, but I’veneverdoneTHATin the Boboli Gardens. Spill.”
“Oh my God,” I cried out as I buried my head in my hands.
I was thankful that Dario –
Don Rosolini –
Wasn’t with them.
And I noticed that though Alessandra pretended to join in the merriment…
She held the rosary next to her pregnant belly, clutching the tiny crucifix like she was hanging on to it for dear life.
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Giorgio
Roberto, Mei-ling, and I watched everything from inside the mirrored office.
TheCamorrathug sat on his chair in the middle of the concrete floor.
Niccolo stood about six feet in front of him.
Massimo was off to the side with a Glock, just in case…
And Adriano stood right next to the thug. He rolled up his sleeves, exposing the tattoos on his forearms, and snapped a pair of latex gloves onto his hands.
You might think theCamorrathug would be afraid.
Maybe nervous about saying anything.
You would be wrong.
“Youfinocchiosbetter let me out of these cuffs right now,” the guy snarled, “or I’ll tear your goddamn heads off and fuck the bloody stumps.”
“Lovely image,” Niccolo said. “My name is – ”
“I don’t care what your name is, buttboy,” the thug snarled. “You better let me out of here or – ”
Niccolo looked at Adriano.
Adriano punched the guy in the nose as hard as he could.
CRACK!
The guy grunted as his head jerked back. Blood began to trickle out of his nose and down the lower half of his face.
“That’s as good as I have to offer you,” Niccolo said. “It doesn’t – ”
