I understand where he’s coming from. It’s more worth it to take them down. In fact, I’m not against it. It would make thingsa hell of a lot easier, we’d have control of one of the biggest domains in Italy. If not the biggest.
But…Carmine.
The idea of anyone laying a single fucking finger on him… My hands ball into fists, and Eivor starts talking again, but I only hear the final part of his sentence.
“…you’ll get access to more of their funds, and now that the Carvels have inserted themselves into the situation it’s even better. You can sabotage it.”
I meet his eyes. “Right. Then it isn’t us who has all the blood on our hands. Carvels will help.”
“Exactly,” Patricia smiles. “This is the perfect set up. What even got into the Carvels anyway?”
Rosalie starts to open her mouth, but I glance toward her with a heated gaze and she closes her mouth, giving me a questioning look for a second.
“A woman,” I reply simply.
“Ah. Yes. The woman to start a war. Regardless, it’s our war, they’re just soldiers who happen to be on our side,” Eivor chuckles.
Rosalie is looking at me suspiciously but then looks away to not draw attention from our aunt and uncle.
“Just one thing,” I say.
“Hmm?” my uncle asks, raising a brow himself.
“No one touches Carmine,” I tell them. “He’s mine. I want to be the one who ends him.”
Eivor laughs. “Oh, you certainly have your father’s dark taste,” he tells me.
“Promise me,” I demand.
He waves a hand casually. “A man’s revenge is important to him,” he agrees. “No one will touch him. He’s yours.”
I exhale and settle back on the couch. “Good.”
When I look over at Rose, she’s giving me a look from under her lashes, and I know that she knows something is going on that our guardians aren’t keen on. I keep my mouth shut, and thankfully she does too.
It doesn’t matter.
I know what I have to do. It’s all been planned. I have to find a way into Carmine’s pockets and turn the Carvels against him even more.
I’d been trying to keep them from turning against Carmine, from ever knowing he was involved in Jackon’s death. Just an hour ago.
Now, I’m planning to make sure everyone knows.
As curious as I am about Carmine. As much as the sight of him makes my cock twitch.
Loyalty to my family is everything to me.
In the back of a dimly lit twenty-four-hour café, I sit in a booth with my cup of coffee nearly empty. I’ve been waiting for over an hour, and Carmine still isn’t here. When he texted me that we needed to talk, I assumed he’d be here before me.
I guess that just makes an ass of me now, doesn’t it?
After flagging over the waitress for another cup, I order some fries with the house seasoning blend, figuring I’m going to be here a while unless I’ve missed a call or text. Frankly, if it weren’t for the fact that I need to be getting closer to him, I would’ve left when he was twenty minutes late.
Is that the only reason though? I’m not so sure.
It needs to be.
I need to focus on the plan.
