“Good,” I agree. I look further down the stairs where I see Alessio pacing in the entryway of the family room.
“He’s not happy about this,” Carmine tells me.
I chuckle weakly. “I know. He’ll get over it.” I start to move down the stairs but Carmine stops me with a hand on my shoulder.
“He will, but I have a feeling he will not get over you,” he tells me. “So, don’t fuck this up, or you’ll be dealing with me. Do you understand?”
I eye him slowly, and a bit more respect for the man sinks in. I nod. “I understand.”
Carmine may not be my boss, but if I decide to stick around for Alessio, I’ll need to learn to take orders from him.
As I watch Alessio murmuring to himself in the doorway, his hair a mess and irritation in his eyes, I can’t imagine how I could possibly leave him.
All the sides of him are starting to grow on me. Angry, tender, sad, hurt…and happy. I’m desperate to see him smile again, and I’m not sure when I will, but I’ll be here for it. That much I know.
“He was just doing what he thought was right,” I remind Alessio as I step over to him.
He sighs. “I know…but it really takes the fun out of revenge,” he grumbles. “I really wanted to get him back for what he did to you. For what he’s done to all of us.”
I nod my head. “You might not’ve been the one to shoot him, but he got what he deserved,” I tell him. I reach out and put a hand on his shoulder, drawing him in closer. “And you’re safe.”
Alessio’s expression softens. “You’re safe.”
Some commotion starts up behind us.
“Now that Eivor is dead, Soren is the Don of the Fiorelli house. He’ll be calling in the guards that Eivor sent away. Some of them will leave, and some of them will stay. We don’t have control over that, but what we do have control over is what happens from here on out,” Carmine tells everyone. “We’ll need to discuss what the future is going to look like.”
“Now?” Cassian asks as he comes in from the front door, having been standing there listening. Tiberi and Tommy follow closely behind. They’d missed all the action, but I’m sure the body on the floor catches them up.
“After Soren speaks with the guards,” Carmine explains. “A day or two. Until then, we’ll get the cleaners in and everyone keep me updated on where you’ll be.”
I glance to Alessio, and the look in his eyes is as curious as mine.
“You wanna get the hell out of here?” I ask him.
He looks toward the mess by the stairs before he answers. “Absolutely.”
By the time we get to Alessio’s penthouse, the sky has opened up and it’s absolutely pouring.
It’s almost as if the world itself is in chaos at the news of Eivor Fiorelli’s crimes, and now his death.
There’s no doubt that the public will be talking about this for months to come. Just after Rosalie and Alessio’s wedding.
None of this matters to me right now. My heart is racing and I’m full of adrenalin, all of it for Alessio. Knowing that our common enemy had his brains blown out is enough to have me half hard when we’re standing in the elevator to the top floor.
I glance at Alessio, and he takes my hand the second the elevator doors open. He unlocks the door and pushes me inside. I stumble back several feet.
“Let me guess, angry?” I ask him with a chuckle.
He shuts and locks the door behind him before kicking his shoes off.
“No,” he objects. “You’re alive. We’re both alive. I didn’t know how that was going to go, but here we fucking are.” He smiles at me, and it’s so good to see.
“Even if you didn’t get to kill him yourself?” I raise a brow.
Alessio glares at me before pulling me closer by the front of my shirt.
“Don’t remind me,” he hisses and then his lips are against mine.
