“Good.”
“Wolf put him in a safe house in North Dakota. Cobra has a crew guarding Kira and the others.” Luca watched for my reaction.
“Did you approve of the safe house?” I asked Roman, because I sure as fuck wouldn’t have.
“I did. He’s Wolf’s brother.”
“We’re not in the business of protecting people who stole from the fucking Bratva!” I yelled, wholly outraged at my brother’s stupidity. “The last thing we need is for Zotov toconnect us to Kira, and then we’ll be in a war I didn’t start. How can you be so stupid?”
Roman’s jaw twitched, but he kept his mouth shut.
“And you.” I pointed at Luca. “Did you even question Roman’s orders?”
“Why would I? Eventually, he’ll be the underboss.”
I shook my head. “And this is why I don’t like to be away for too long. Everything goes to shit when I’m gone.”
“That’s not true. This was an unusual situation,” Roman said.
“And fucking dangerous for all of us!” I tapped my fingers on my desk, thinking. “Send two men to the safe house.”
“Why?” Roman asked.
“Because I want to make sure that asshole doesn’t cause any more trouble.” Just because Kira only had three men with him, didn’t mean there weren’t others lurking in the shadows. Roman should have considered all this before he allowed Kira to stay on the estate. Hell, Wolf should’ve done the same.
“Cobra’s men can handle it.” Roman appeared annoyed with me, but I didn’t give a fuck.
“Send them.” I locked gazes with Luca.
“Done,” he replied.
The sooner I dealt with Isla and brought her and Pippa to Canada, the sooner I could get back to running things around here. My casino was opening next month, and I wanted to be here for it… and have my woman on my arm.
36
ISLA
I gobbledup the sushi Alba brought me, purposely stuffing my mouth so I couldn’t talk. She watched in amazement and anticipation. Of course, I didn’t want to talk after I’d received the call from Roman.
His deception made me furious.
I knew Ciro had put his brother up to it and that the entire Remotti clan had been listening. They’d always been a tight-knit family but putting me on speaker had taken it too damn far.
“Would you like a glass of wine to wash it down?” Alba asked, pouring herself a glass of Pinot Grigio.
I shook my head as I chewed. I would love a glass, but I’d vowed not to drink alcohol while nursing Pippa. One glass wouldn’t harm her, I knew as much. It was a personal choice, and I wouldn’t let Ciro Remotti make me break my promise to myself and my daughter.
“I brought Pellegrino, too.” She removed the green bottle from the bag.
I nodded enthusiastically.
Alba sighed and filled my glass. “Eventually, the sushi will be gone, and you’ll have to tell me what happened.”
I slowly chewed and swallowed my delicious food.
“You might be thinking, why did Alba ask what happened?” She tapped her manicured nail on her puckered lips, dramatically.
I remained silent.
