“Davenport’s dead. It has something to do with it, doesn’t it?” Luca asked.
“Let’s get into my unit first.” I glanced at Luca’s soldiers. “They can’t come in.”
“Fair enough.” He instructed them to stand guard.
Luca accepted the duffel from his soldier and walked in with me.
“Would you mind telling me why you’re dressed like you’re going to Sunday church when last I talked to you, you were going clubbing?”
“I’d rather explain that part when Dom gets here,” I said. “Let’s talk about Davenport. How does his death affect you?”
“Davenport was our guy,” Luca said. “But he was wavering. I didn’t care. He was ideal because it would’ve made Moscow and my plans align, but I have other politicians who can help me.”
“And Peter?”
“Peter didn’t like that since it gave me leverage over him.”
“Do you know what happened to Bruce’s lover?”
“No.”
“Do you think Peter ordered him killed?”
Luca scrubbed his hand down his face in frustration. “I wouldn’t know. I told Peter not to send Viktor. That asshole is a loose cannon.”
You can say that again.
“Can you make coffee?” Luca asked. “I had a meeting the other night and haven’t slept in the last thirty-six hours.” He gave his head a shake as if to wake himself up.
I headed to my kitchen and adjusted the setting to make ten cups. I figured my brother would want some too when he arrived.
Luca shrugged off his jacket and loosened his tie. My poor zio. He was spread too thin.
“How’s Natalya and Elias?” I asked.
“They’re fine, but she’s annoyed I have them on lockdown while I’m away. She’s worried about you, and I got a sermon from her about involving you with getting Davenport in line.”
“It’s my job, but I wish you'd looped me in sooner.”
Luca stared at me. “Davenport didn’t die at home, did he?”
“Not my story to tell.”
“Goddammit. Viktor killed Davenport, then.”
“Not my story to tell either.”
“What does Kirill have on you?”
When I didn’t answer, he asked, “Is he trying a fake relationship with you to distract Peter from blaming him for Viktor’s death?”
Oh my God, there were so many fabricated details of the deaths to keep track of.Say less, Lucy.“It’s really complicated.”
“I told Peter to keep Viktor far away from Davenport.”
“Then why was Viktor here?” I handed Luca a mug of coffee, which he gratefully accepted although he was vibrating with aggravation. Peter and Luca went a long way back. My uncle helped Peter overthrow the former pakhan of the Moscow mob. Maybe there was lingering loyalty between them.
Luca snorted and took a sip of coffee. “Because Viktor is his killing machine who is crazy enough to do anything Peter wants. In return, he wants to keep his brother happy. Also, Peter wantsto put pressure on Kirill after the Zahkarov bratva landed in hot water with the feds.”
