“We’re five minutes away,” our driver announced.
“Thank you,” I replied.
“She’s dead,” Roman hissed.
“I knew she was.”
“Do you have to be so goddamn smug and always right?” he snapped. “Whether Vera is dead or alive, killing Wolf’s brother is going to hurt him.”
I shrugged. “When did you grow a pussy? You offend me with your seeming disregard for my child’s life. I’ll remember this.” I gritted my teeth and stared out of my window.
“Don’t act like that. I want nothing more than Pippa’s safe return. She should’ve never been taken to begin with.”
“Exactly! And if Kira hadn’t fucked around with Zotov, my daughter would be with her mother right now.”
“Oh, sure. Her mother who is unconscious because a drunk lunatic beat her up. What are you going to do to make sure they are both safe going forward?” he asked in a challenging voice.
“I’m going to marry Isla. Give her and Pippa a beautiful life full of wealth and privilege. The life my mother had only experienced for a short time with Padre.”
My mind was made up. My fears be damned. After what happened last night to Isla and Pippa being taken, they weren’t any safer away from me than if they were with me. At least with me, I would do everything in my power to protect them.
Roman blinked at me like I’d grown horns out of my head. “Finally.”
“Go tohell.” I sneered at me.
The car stopped. I opened the door, got out, and slammed it behind me.
Fabio greeted us. “It’s awfully bold of you to conduct this sort of business in broad daylight. Gotta say, I admire you all the more.”
“Stop kissing my ass,” I told him sarcastically. “What do you want?”
“Nothing gets past you.” He nudged his head to the side, letting me know he wanted a private conversation away from my brother.
“What?”
“When this is all over, are you up for discussing Roman’s future?” Fabio asked.
“Future what?”
“Marriage.” His answer intrigued me.
I arched one eyebrow at Fabio. “Have you entered the matchmaking business?”
“Maybe. It could be quite lucrative for your family and Roman.” He smiled wickedly.
“I thought you hated the idea of arranged marriages?”
“I do for myself. But there’s a Pisano who’s looking to marry off his very beautiful, very young daughter to an established powerful family and I thought of your brother. Really, either of them.”
“Interesting. Let’s get my daughter away from the Bratva first.”
“Follow me.” Fabio led the way down to a warehouse.
“What was that all about?” Roman asked as I knew he would.
“Something about the Pisano family. I don’t know.” I waved my hand like I didn’t care.
“I went to school with a guy named Piero Pisano. Is it the same family?” he asked.
