“Fucking Italian women,” he mutters before he turns and gets into the driver seat.
The night is quiet with a cool breeze that creeps up my spine. I place an earpiece into one of my ears that Samson provided to stay connected with the boys as we invade Bianca’s home. Even though the neighbors are not ones to worry about, we still park away from the house to avoid bringing more attention to us than needed.
I signal the girls to follow me closely as the boys disappear ahead of us, making sure we have the all clear. Once they break into the house and search each room, we hear a bird call letting us know it’s safe to come in.
We stay within the shadows, backs against the wall with eyes constantly scanning for any threat. Once we approach the house, we enter through the back gate, clicking it shut behind us and hurry to the sliding doors. I blow a whistle, indicating we’ve made it and my big bulky cousin appears behind the glass, unlocking the door letting us in.
The house is in pristine shape. Shelves dusted, countertops wiped down, and the pillows on the couch perfectly fluffy and placed in their assigned spots. Looking up towards the wall in front of me, there’s a family portrait of Bianca, my father, Mike, and me. The photo makes it look like we’re one big happy family, but if you look closely, my smile never reaches my eyes. To the right is another portrait of her and my father. My lips lift to a snarl at the audacity she has to keep these photos.
She never loved him. She played as the doting wife in frontof everyone so no one would suspect that she’s the snake slithering around looking for its next mouse to feed on. In her eyes, we’re the mice and she's the venomous snake that wraps her body around and squeezes the fucking life out of you. What she doesn't realize, there's far more feared predators than a damn reptile. She'll realize this soon or maybe it'll be too late once she's six feet under.
"Babe, what exactly are we doing here?" Blakely speaks up finally after several moments pass by standing in front of the photos.
I didn’t realize I was stuck in a trance until she spoke. I’m not sure why these photos pissed me off so much but they don’t deserve to be hung up on these walls. Reaching up, I pull the photos off the wall and let them crash onto the floor.
"Search each room for any documents that could be linked to our company, medical files of my father, and anything out of the ordinary," I confirm and walk past them heading down the hall. "Samson, there's a computer in her office. Once I power it up, do you think you could hack into it to let me in?"
"Princess, you wound me. Why would you ask me such an idiotic question??" Samson pretends to gasp for breath from the other side of the earphone.
"Smart ass," I mutter. "Looks like I need to get me a new tech guy who just says, yes queen rather than being so damn dramatic. Anyone else would rip your tongue out speaking the way you do to me. Maybe I need to do just that."
His chuckle is low but taunting. Why the hell do I keep these men? Every other day, I want to stab them in the eye and see if they think that’s funny.
"You would miss me too damn much, princess. I challenge you to get someone better than me though. I would love to see who you have in mind," he challenges.
Stepping into Bianca's office, I flip on the lights andhurry over to the computer, powering it on. As I'm waiting for it to load, I begin going through the desk drawers to see if there’s anything worth looking into and snagging them while we are here. Looking up from the drawer, I see the computer is on and a mouse moving amongst the screen as the password is being entered. I look directly into the camera, knowing damn well Samson will see it and flip him a vulgar gesture.
"Careful, princess, I tend to accept invitations." He chuckles at my shocked reaction.
"Call me princess again, and you'll be swallowing your own balls," I growl at him.
I instantly regret those words as I know he’ll have something smart-ass to say. There’s no filter with him, or any of the boys with that matter. Apparently I haven’t learned my lesson throughout the years because I take the bait and die of embarrassment every time.
"Is that how I get you to touch my balls, princess? Your boyfriend may not like that very much. From what I've seen of him, he’s not someone to mess with, especially when it comes to something or someone that belongs to him. I would prefer the cops not know my identity and what I do," he taunts me, causing me to pause.
"Wait, how do you know I have a boyfriend and you looked into him like a creep?" I accuse as I move over to the cabinets, rummaging through papers.
A piece of paper catches my eye as I notice my father’s name on it. Grabbing the paper, I look over it to see if it has anything to do with my father’s death. It’s pretty damn hard to concentrate with a voice yapping in my ear.
"Of course I do, you do know who you're talking to right? Plus, your safety is everyone's top priority so naturally we look into anyone new you associate with. Uhm, Celeste, I foundsome documents you may want to see." Samson's voice went from teasing to serious in a matter of seconds.
Before I move over to the computer, I finish reading the paper in my hand. It's the autopsy report that matched the findings we had on the new one I’d ordered. My eyebrows scrunch in confusion. Moving over to the computer, I see the different documents that have popped up all over the screen. The first one is the report that had the falsified results of my father’s death. There’s a bank transfer of twenty-thousand dollars made out to Dom Robinson. What the fuck is this? Another window pops up with an email. Samson was entering in my father’s name to see if there was anything useful. Several more appeared but one in particular caught our eye.
Falsified documents needed, reads in the subject line. What a fucking idiot. Who in their right mind labels an email like this and doesn't think this wouldn't be looked over if someone had suspicions? Apparently she hasn't learned a thing while being in the Mafia for years.
I grab the mouse and take over for a moment and read through the email. It didn't outright say that she poisoned my father but there is a demand to falsify the original report of my father's death and change them to be read as natural causes such as heart attack, stroke, or any organ failure. She needed something convincing to explain the sudden death.
My blood begins to boil at the confirmation I needed. What I don’t understand is why. Why would she do this to him? My mind trails back to when I got captured. Was she the one who put out the order to have me kidnapped? Have both of us out of the way so she could take over as head? I quickly print out the email and exit out of it. Then I move over to a folder that’s not labeled. My eyebrows pinch together as documents appear with information of the business, gun trade routes, and schedulesof when the exchange occurs. How the hell did she get these?
“Samson, I need you to wipe this out of any and all systems she uses. I also need a new security firewall created and passwords changed to any business dealings, finances, etc. Bianca shouldn’t have any access and we don’t know who would be giving her this information. Myself, you, Larson, and Antonio are the only people who should have the access,” I speak out loud knowing he can hear me.
“Oh, and find out where Dom Robinson resides as well as track all their movements and freeze his accounts so he can’t go anywhere. I would like to have a word with him.” I stand from the table and swipe my arm across the desk causing everything to fling to the ground.
Picking up the computer screen, I slam it against the wall, watching as the screen cracks and the stand behind it snaps. Everything in my path becomes absolutely destroyed. If she wants to play games, I can too.
“Celeste!” I hear voices call my name throughout the house and pounding footsteps come rushing into the room.
The girls rush through the door stopping abruptly at the scene of the room. Antonio comes barreling in pushing them to the side.
