“Right,” I said grimly. “Just in case.”
“Be careful out there,”Niccolo said.
“I’m not the one who better be careful,” I growled.
If I get my hands on Cesare Caproni –
He’s a fucking dead man.
98
Cesare
Highway in Tuscany
We lost them.
Actually, you can’t lose somebody when you weren’t even close enough to follow them in the first place.
“FUCK!” I screamed as we roared down the highway towards Florence.
There were only regular cars on the road ahead of us–
No black Mercedes.
“GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING – ”
“Stop it,” Lucrezia said coldly.
I turned around to face her.
I wanted to beat the bitch’s face in so badly –
“They wouldn’t leave their compound for justanyreason,” she said, her voice contemptuous. “They’re obviously going somewhere important, and the only place that makes sense is Florence. I’ll call Cicciobello and tell him to have everyone keep watch on the major highways into town. If one of our men spots the Rosolinis, he can tail them – discreetly – to wherever they’re going.”
I was still angry –
But a bigger part of me wanted to fuck her right there in the backseat.
“Do it,” I said, and grinned.
99
Giorgio
Highway in Tuscany
We’d been on the road for nearly thirty minutes without a word from Emilia. I finally got sick of it and asked, “Are we going to talk about this?”
“What is there to talk about?” she answered coldly.
Thatpissed me off.
“How about why you’re acting like this?”
She leaned her head back against the seat and gave a short, ugly laugh, like she couldn’t believe what I’d said.
“Let’s see: I watched the building I work in get torched today… I heard you go in and shoot a bunch of people – ”
