"Put him out of his misery," I tell Lorenzo.
Gianotti looks up as my brother draws his weapon. He doesn't have a chance to beg. Lorenzo shoots him in the head. It's a mercy he earned by cooperating,
As Lorenzo lowers his gun, the color drains from his face. He's been off since we arrived at the warehouse. Now he looks to be on the verge of collapse. I should have known he was suffering more than he let on. He barely noticed when Gianni came to stitch up his wound.
He hates my butler, yet he didn't make a fuss when I called the former army medic to tend to him. That should have been my first clue that my brother wasn't feeling right, and I missed it.
Lorenzo sways on his feet and I grab his upper arms to steady him. Being the stubborn ass he is, he shrugs me off.
"I need you to go to the villa and check on the women," I tell him.
He sees through my flimsy excuse to get him out of here. "They're fine. Reznov is with them."
"Reznov isn't family."
Lorenzo snorts. "You think he's defiling Livvy while we're not there to stop him?"
"No." Piotr might not adhere to the same values as we Italians do, but he's an honorable man. "But you know Antonio's got a bug up his ass when it comes to his sister. He won't like Olivia being alone with Piotr for too long."
"Yeah, okay," Lorenzo says. "You got your car keys? I left the Audi somewhere."
"You drove your Bugatti today." I sigh as I realize he doesn't remember. "It's still at the church. Elio will take care of it."
We left my consigliere on site to oversee the cleanup and deal with any cops who decide to stick their noses in our business.
"Elio better not drive it," Lorenzo grumbles. "Asshole shouldn't even have a license."
"As if you're one to talk."
Lorenzo huffs a breath and holds his hand out expectantly. "So, your keys?"
"I need my car."
When we're done here, I'll drive Matteo to the villa he's been staying at and then return to Violetta. I've already been away from her longer than I intended.
I go to the door and find Giorgio waiting in the corridor. "When did you get here?"
"Ten minutes ago. I came with Riccardo." He nods toward the next door along the corridor. "He's with Matteo."
There's no need to ask Giorgio why he's out here. He isn't a fan of torture. His aversion doesn't make him any less useful to me. He may not enjoy tormenting our enemies, but when I need someone taken out with surgical precision, he's the man I turn to.
"Drive my brother to the villa, then go to La Stanza Rossa. I want you to take charge of running my clubs and restaurants."
Giorgio raises an eyebrow, surprised I'm handing him the responsibility. He's been with me for a few years now, since we expanded our operations outward from Rome. He's proved loyal. It's time I moved him up.
"It's an honor, boss. You can count on me."
"Just keep it all running smoothly." I've given too much of my energy to the hospitality business lately, spending more of my time at La Stanza Rossa than I should. I don't want to consider too closely why I've been fixated on the club where Violetta works.
Giorgio nods. He steps forward to help Lorenzo as he staggers toward the door. My brother, acting like a belligerent drunk, shoves him away. With the patience a parent might show a toddler, Giorgio shepherds him along the corridor to the exit.
When they're gone, I take a moment to draw breath before walking into the other room.
"His name is Pietro Marrone," Matteo tells me. "He's a low-level soldier. The Rossi family is on its last legs and attacking the wedding was Mario's desperate attempt to take us out before theorganization collapses completely. Once you've dealt with the last of them, you can rest easy."
I nod. "Did he tell you how they knew Giulia was at the nightclub, about the wedding?"
"Yeah, some blonde in your nightclub is fucking one of your drivers and passing on what she learns from him," Matteo replies.
