When Enzo and Tristan were out of the room, Luca turned to me.
“Can he be trusted?”
I shrugged. “Can anyone?”
“He seems like bad news.”
“We don’t have much choice in the matter,” I said pragmatically. “If he is Vello’s—and you and I both know that he probably is—he can stir up a lot of shit if he works against us. Blow up this secret, recruit an army, go against us. He has the capital and the charisma. Best to keep him close.”
Grabbing my shit from Tiernan’s desk, I turned around and headed to the door. Luca shot a hand in my direction, wrapping it around my arm.
I swiveled my face to him.
“He wants to become don.”
“He can only dream about it,” I assured him.
“If he tries…” Luca trailed off.
“We take him down,” I said, not missing a beat. “And we make an example out of him.”
That didn’t mean I was handing Luca the title, though.
Fuck that.
A few months ago, I’d screwed up. But I’d paid a hefty price for it. In the meantime, Luca had managed to fuck shit up by inviting a goddamn fed into our club, letting his wife screw the help, and dropping the ball.
Being don was no longer my chief objective, but if it played into my hands, I damn well wasn’t going to hand it over to him.
“Oh, by the way.” I snapped my fingers. “How’d it go with Tom Rothwell?”
“Working on it.”
“You think he’ll turn?”
“I think something about us piqued his interest.” He rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows, leaning against the desk. “And if I can’t turn him, I’ll eliminate him.”
Whatever Agent Rothwell was after, he was going to need to pry it out of the Camorra’s cold, dead hands.
Chapter Sixty-Five
Tierney
I wasn’tin the habit of freaking out.
Had managed to stay relatively calm and collected when I’d escaped the Camorra, crossed borders, and took off Vello’s finger.
But the unease I felt right now threatened to drown me in anxiety.
Achilles had been gone all day. He wasn’t answering his texts.
Wasn’t calling to check on me, either.
This was different from what I’d been used to in the past few weeks. The constant doting and affection disappeared today, and in turn, I paced our apartment like a lion in a cage, wanting to rip the walls apart.
I should be going out. Shopping. Visiting friends. Living.
But I wanted to stay home instead, to make sure that we were okay.
