He glances at me before hauling his bag of clothing onto the counter and putting his coat on.
“Rosalie’s in the shower,” I remind him. Who knows how long that will take.
“I’m aware,” Alessio mumbles. His words snippy.
Perhaps he’s feeling the same guilt that I am. If anything, he should feel more guilt than me. I’m just working for the family; he belongs to it.
“Very well.” I sit on the couch, waiting for Rosalie to be done in the shower. Not putting my coat on until I hear the water turn off.
She steps out wrapped in a towel, dripping all over the floor holding her bag of toiletries and glares at us.
“Just give me a minute,” she says, clearly sensing that Alessio wants to get going.
Rosalie disappears into the bedroom, and when she steps back out, she’s wearing an outfit very similar to Alessio’s, but her shirt is long-sleeved, and her hair is still damp and hanging around her head.
“Have we gotten any news on who shot at us?” Rosalie asks curiously.
I shake my head. “I haven’t heard anything. We should hear something as soon as we get to the cathedral.”
She sighs. “Great. So, who knows if today will be another shoot out.”
Alessio rolls his eyes. “Maybe we should just cancel, reschedule? Or would Eivor rather risk it?”
I watch Rosalie grit her teeth. “My uncle is doing his best.”
Alessio looks like he’s biting his tongue. “Let’s just go.”
Rosalie puts on her coat and they both grab their bags of clean and dirty clothing that were brought over a couple days before.
“Me first,” I insist, stepping toward the door. I need to check the perimeter.
I glance down the hallway, and see all of the doors closed, and no one else in the hallway. I take the stairs first, and once outside, I make a circle around the building before I wave the two of them out to my car.
Rosalie sits in the front, Alessio in the back.
As we drive toward the cathedral, I look into the rearview mirror and lock eyes with Alessio for a moment. His eyes are dark and unforgiving. A look I haven’t seen from him before, but is it me he doesn’t forgive, or himself?
9
Chapter Nine
Alessio
“Iwant to know who it is,” I tell Carmine. My voice low and angry. “I deserve to know who took a shot at us.”
Carmine stands before me in a back room of the cathedral where I’m getting ready for my wedding ceremony. His face flat and disinterested. I know he doesn’t want me involved. That much is clear.
“You need to focus on getting married today, Brother,” he insists. “Rest assured we have one of the two involved.”
“The motherfucker tried to kill me, Carmine,” I remind him. “I think I deserve a shot at him. Or at least to know what you’ve gotten out of him already.”
I huff and take a step closer to my brother.
Carmine shakes his head. “Not today. Worry about it tomorrow, Alessio. Okay? No one is going to come shooting, I promise you that.”
My hands ball into fists. “What is it? You haven’t gotten anything out of him, have you?” I ask, eying my brother. “I know what you look like when you’re ready to fight a war, but you haven’t gotten enough out of him to even make a first shot, do you?”
Carmine sighs. “If you must know, no, we haven’t gotten anything out of the captive. We’ve been very busy making sure you and Rosalie are safe.”
