“You live with him.”
“If that’s what you want to call it.” She rolled her eyes like the teenager she was not too long ago. “All the same, he doesn’t tell me where he goes, why, or when.”
“Call him now and ask him where he is,” I demanded.
“I don’t?—”
“We can do it with, or without a gun to your head, Sofia. You’re holding a baby. Do as you’re fucking told.”
Jeremie bulldozed his way past her, getting in my face. He didn’t say shit, but he didn’t have to. His expression said it all, and it told me to mind my goddamn mouth if I was fond of my teeth.
I dug my fingers into my eye sockets. “The fuck are you doing here, vodka breath? You’re on duty.”
“I w-was in the area collecting payments from protection s-soldiers.”
Did he just…stutter?
I’d never heard him stutter before.
His pasty-ass face was completely pink, his ears red. He was… blushing? Yeah. Definitely. Which was fucking wild. Jeremie wasn’t the kind of person to blush or stutter. He was the kind of person to kill ten people before breakfast if they stole a drug shipment from us. Which was something he, in fact, did just last week.
I’d gotten it all wrong. Jeremie didn’t erase footage from Luca’s bedroom camera upon Luca’s request.
He did it upon Sofia’s request.
Shit. He was here forher. I glanced between them. Sofia looked distracted, if a little annoyed. Understandable, considering the asshole she was married to. Jeremie lookedlike a teenager who’d gotten caught sniffing his stepmom’s underwear.
They were standing too far apart to exhibit the familiarity of a full-blown affair. So they weren’t fucking…yet.
But after what Tierney told me about Luca, I was rooting for them to screw directly on my older brother’s restrained body. Hell, I’d tie him for them myself as a gesture of goodwill.
“And?” I elevated an eyebrow. “Is the bastard here?”
“Fuck if I know. Just got here,” Jeremie hissed, collecting himself. I wouldn’t buy it if it weren’t for the fact he still had his biker jacket and backpack on.
“I’m here.” Luca strolled from the depth of the giant penthouse, tugging at his cuff links, face unreadable. “Jeremie, what did you want?”
To fuck your wife, idiot.
“To give you this.” Jeremie unzipped his backpack, tossing the protection money he’d collected from our soldiers into Luca’s hands. I had to hand it to him—the Russian appeared very businesslike. His deep blush and stutter disappeared, making way for his usual stoic expression.
“All right, now that you did, kindly fuck off.”
Jeremie flicked his gaze to Sofia, searching. She looked confused but not alarmed. Jeremie pushed past me, looking none too pleased to be leaving.
“Now, you.” Luca jerked his chin in my direction. “What crawled up your ass?”
“We’re going for a drive.”
Luca looked unimpressed with the idea, but apparently, spending any kind of time with his wife was even less palatable than potentially getting stabbed by me. He walked right past her, ignoring her existence. She slammed the door hard enough to rattle the entire building.
Once inside the car, I drove out of the city and toward the woods. I didn’t bother telling him where we were going. What’d be the fun in that?
Luca waited it out for the first forty minutes, refusing to show signs of distress, before snapping when we slid into a thickly wooded area. “Who did you kill and what makes you think I care enough to help you bury them?”
“Don’t be stupid, Luca,” I said cheerfully, throwing my car into park and killing the engine in the middle of the woods. “You can’t help me when it’s you I’m burying.”
“Huh?” He shot me a pissed-off glare.
