Then the Mercedes roared away at top speed. I couldn’t see it out of the windshield, which had turned opaque with a spiderweb of white cracks. Instead, I slid over to the side window and watched the black car pull a hard left out of the parking lot.
“THAT WAS ROSOLINI!” Ciro screamed.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Romeo whispered – probably in relief that he wasn’t dead.
My mind was racing.
Why the fuck would they DO that?!
It looked like just a driver, the Swede, and Dario.
Why would they put him in danger?!
Then it clicked into place.
They want us to follow them…
Because they’re luring us away from the hospital.
I remembered the woman in the wheelchair everyone had accompanied into the building.
Rosolini’s wife.
Had to be.
Dario was willing to put his life on the line to pull us away fromher.
Which meant Cesare was going to get up there and find…
Nothing.
A grin slowly spread over my face.
Cesare, you stupid fucking asshole!
You ruined ALL my plans…
And yet you STILL won’t get what you wanted!
This couldn’t GET any better!
My train of thought was interrupted by Ciro digging frantically in his jeans.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m calling Cesare!” he yelled as he pulled out his phone. “We gotta tell him that Rosolini’s not in the hospital!”
“No,” I snapped.
Romeo glanced back at me in shock as Ciro stared at me in the rearview mirror. “What?!”
“Do NOT call my brother,” I snarled.
Ciro kept staring at me for a second –
And then he sneered,“Fuckyou, bitch.”
As Ciro looked down at his phone, I reached in my purse…
