“She’s prepared to denounce all of his crimes to the public, make sure they know what he’s done before we take him out. The police won’t touch us either way, but it’ll help with the aftermath,” Alessio explains.
I stand up from the couch and roll my shoulders back. “How does Carmine feel about all this?” I ask him.
He stands up as well and folds his arms. “He wants us to take some guards. He wants to be there. I told him Eivor is my kill,” he says growling under his breath. “I’m going to be the one to take him out.” He shoots me a sharp glance.
“I know, I know.” I put my hands up. “I won’t get in your way, but I won’t let him touch you.” My gaze lowers to his mouth before shifting back up to his eyes.
“As long as we get in and get out, we should be good. Some of the guards will fight back, but not all of them. Once Eivor is dead, Soren has full reign of the house.” Alessio steps to the side toward the bedroom.
“How many guards should we bring?” I follow him into the bedroom and grab some of the clothing that was brought overfor me. It’s not my own clothing, but it’s in the right size and that’s all that matters right now.
“As many as we can manage.”
One-sixteen in the afternoon is when the news starts to spread.
Rosalie Fiorelli has outed Eivor Fiorelli’s crimes.
From blackmail and money laundering to the murder of several politicians over the last two decades, everything that is needed to bring him down socially is out in the open.
Whoever she went to got the story out as quickly as possible and didn’t give him time to even try to save himself.
Back at the Dresvanni estate, I’m arming myself with several guns and a knife, alongside Alessio, Carmine, Soren, and five guards. Tommy, Tiberi, and Cassian are already headed there to watch the perimeter. Between the twelve of us, there should be no shot that Eivor is able to escape.
Unless he’s already done so, but according to the guards who were ordered to keep an eye on him, he hasn’t left the estate.
“Why hasn’t he left the house?” Alessio asks us as we stand in the boardroom preparing. “Does he really think he’s safe there?”
Soren nods. “He most likely did. Until Rosalie’s little admittance of his guilt. Now he’s probably scrambling, trying to get out of there as quickly as possible.”
“If he leaves, we’ll follow him,” Carmine insists. “There’s nowhere he can go that we can’t find him. If he thinks he’s going to be able to outsmart us, he’s sorely mistaken.”
“He’s crazy if he actually stays there when he must know we’re coming for him,” Alessio says with a chuckle.
I shake my head. “He thinks he’s all powerful. That’s easy to see, even in the few weeks I’ve been here. A man like him…you can’t guess his next move.”
I adjust my weapons in their holsters and then head for the door before anyone else even does.
“Mr. Rossi,” Carmine scolds me. “We leave when I say we leave.”
My shoulders stiffen and I stand with my back toward him. “Are you going to pay my bill?” I ask him. He doesn’t respond. “Then I don’t work for you.”
I head out of the boardroom and a second later I hear footsteps behind me, multiple pairs. It seems that Carmine and the others decided to follow my lead after all.
Alessio rushes up to walk beside me and looks down at me as we head for the door. “Are you sure you really want to be part of this?” he asks me.
I scoff. “He made me part of this. I’m going to be there for the end of it.”
It doesn’t matter that each step makes my injuries burn. Nor does it matter that my head is still a bit fuzzy from everything. All I want to see is Eivor’s dead body on the floor at the hands of Alessio by the end of the day.
I don’t wish for very many men’s deaths, but Eivor’s is one that has been a long time coming. I don’t need to have known the man for years to realize that.
Alessio and I are in one car, Carmine and Soren in another, and the guards in a third. We drive well past the speed limit to get to the Fiorelli estate, especially as news comes in that for some reason, Eivor has dismissed every single guard in the estate.
“He’s gone seriously mad,” Alessio comments as I turn down another side road much faster than I should. Causing both of us to lean in our seats.
“Not yet,” I tell him. “But he will when we get there, that’s for sure.”
Whatever the man is up to, I frankly don’t give a damn. It won’t stop us. Nothing he can do will stop us.
