“Yes?”
“The USB.” He opened his palm. Rummaging through my back pocket, I placed it in his hand. It was full of evidence I’d collected over the years of the Ferrantes’ wrongdoings. Of course, I omitted every single bad deed done by Enzo and Tiernan.
“Straight to the apartment,” Tom reminded me.
“Yessir.” I half turned, about to return to the salon.
He threw a glance at my shiny black nails. “Go for short, colorless nails. Less distinguishable. And change the color of your hair, or they’ll find you in two seconds flat.”
He disappeared before I had time to thank him.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Achilles
“Was it worth it?”
Luca strolled into my en-suite bathroom, parking a shoulder against the doorframe. His gaze found mine in the vanity mirror’s reflection as I put down the surgical staple I’d been using to put myself together.
Groaning, I spat blood into the sink. “Absolutely.”
“Glad you think so.” He tucked a cigarette into his mouth casually, lighting it. “Because she sold you to the feds.”
Whatever forty minutes of straight-up beatings from my father didn’t do, these six words managed to achieve. I gripped the edges of the sink, willing myself not to fall to my fucking knees and weep.
The pain was more than skin deep. It cut past all the human organs and etched itself into my very soul. The same way it did when they removed the bandages from my face when I was eighteen and I heard my mother mutter,“Now he has a face to match the monstrosity of his actions.”
This deep, carnal brokenness that felt like the earth was pulled from beneath my feet.
Then came the rage. The anger. The insatiable need for revenge.
I knew exactly whoshewas.
And I could only imagine what she’d told them.
The worst part was, I couldn’t even blame her. I’d spent the last eleven years destroying her life to come to terms with mine. Now that she was no longer on American soil, she felt safe enough to return a favor.
You’re going to prison for the rest of your life, dipshit, her voice teased inside my head.
“Source?” I grabbed the surgical staple, using it to clamp my open wounds. It hurt like a motherfucker, seeing as I had no body fat to cushion the flesh.
“Tyrone.” Luca blew smoke skyward. “Dad’s been paying him under the table to keep an eye on the Irish since they got in bed with the Bratva. He doesn’t trust Tiernan.”
Nor should he. Tiernan’s loyalty lay with my sister and my sister only, followed—not closely—by Tierney and Alex, the Bratva’s pakhan and his childhood friend.
But goddamn, that was low of Tyrone.
Wait, why the fuck was I mad atTyronewhen his daughter was about to throw me into prison?
“How’d Tyrone find out?”
“Bugged Tiernan’s place.” Luca sidestepped a pool of my blood. “Don’t tell Tiernan about it. He’s still an outsider,” he warned.
Unlike our soldiers, Luca and Enzo knew exactly what went down in Naples with Tierney during the weekend. Now they thought I couldn’t be trusted with a fucking paper straw.
“How much has she given them?” I grabbed the antibiotic ointment from the counter and lathered my injured areas with it before reaching for a bandage.
A glint of pure malice lit in Luca’s eyes as he watched my broken figure, something I’d never seen there before. We were the two competitive siblings, the ones fighting for the donposition. Enzo had never showed real interest in taking over in any serious way.
