“Who shot the gun?” I ask.
He shakes his head.
“You were the driver, who aimed at Rosalie?” I ask once more.
He sighs heavily. “Marco Tulo,” he replies. “I was just hired as the driver. I’ve done it before… They offered me a shit ton of money.”
“Was it worth your fingers?” I ask him.
He just cries.
“I think we have enough,” Carmine says. “We know we need to look into the Tulo family more now.”
“No, I want to know why,” I say. “He has to know more.”
“I don’t, I don’t know anything else. Just that I was hired to be the driver. The gunner only aimed for the girl! That’s it!”
I growl under my breath. “Why? Why would they only want to kill Rosalie?”
Carmine puts a hand on my back. “Maybe it’s the Fiorellis they have a problem with, not us.”
I shake my head. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
“Doesn’t it?” Tommy asks. “They put a bomb at their door, right?”
I shove my switchblade back into my pocket, blood and all, and sigh.
“We need to tell Eivor,” I say reluctantly. “He’s not going to like this.”
“First we need to take care of him,” Carmine reminds me.
The guy in the chair looks at us wide eyed.
“No, no please,” he begs.
I grind my teeth and look at Tommaso, who looks all too eager to end the life of the man who almost killed me and Rosalie.
“You do it, Tommy. I have a honeymoon to get to.”
10
Chapter Ten
Damian
Not knowing what’s going on after Alessio leaves the wedding is making me feel restless. I keep an eye on Rosalie, of course, but all the while, I’m wondering what Alessio is doing. If he’s gotten the information we desperately need to figure out who left the bomb at the Fiorelli’s front door and shot up the rehearsal dinner—and why.
The why of it all is not nearly as important as who, but in my line of work, knowing the motive behind an action can just as easily provide the resolution.
It depends if they’re really looking for a resolution though.
If Eivor is anything like he has come off the last couple weeks, he may prefer to gun down the entire family of whoever is behind this, rather than come to some peaceful end.
My job, however, isn’t to be a gunman. I’m here to protect. Even if that means getting Rosalie and Alessio the fuck away from all this.
I’m hoping that this honeymoon will mean just that.
After the reception is over, I’m driving a very tipsy Rosalie to a hotel an hour away from Tessari. Just far enough away to be some kind of escape, but not too far away if they’re needed for something.
