This includes the biker club my sister is tight with—Rogue Angels MC.I should go speak with them.And her.But I’m saving that for later.She’s the reason the war that killed off my family happened in the first place, and sometimes I still can’t forgive her for that.Though seeing her married to Moretti is not a fate I wish on her either.
“Moretti had five guys watching his back at that restaurant the other night,” Caputo says.“Looked to me like he was scared of something.”
I shrug.“I got the same impression.But he did always like to travel well protected.He’s a chickenshit, can’t take care of himself in a fight and likes to show off the strength of his army.”
“So we start watching the guy, is that what you’re saying?”Leone asks.
“Are you in some kind of hurry?”
He looks at me like I slapped him, eyes open wide, jaw hanging slack.All that’s missing is the imprint of my palm on his cheek in red.
“I just… I just don’t do well sitting around,” he says and sounds completely honest about it.Stuttering usually achieves that result.
“Yes, we’re gonna start by watching the guy,” I say.“Teams of two, unobtrusive.I’ll give you the list of places he frequents.”
I place my hands on the marble tabletop, enjoying the coolness of the stone.I always loved this table, even as a little kid.The golden veins make all sorts of shapes if you’re imaginative enough.Birds, deer, circus tents.I see none of those things now.Because there’s no more time for dreaming.Only doing what I vowed to do.And this is my desk now.Just as it was my father’s before me.And my grandfather’s.And his father’s before him.
I stand up and fight the urge to glance back at the balcony.I need to stop wasting time and deliver their revenge.
“There’s a meeting tonight at six,” I say.“Codelli will be there too.I’ll go over the plan in more detail then.”
I turn to Caputo.“Start putting the teams together to watch Moretti.We need his day to day mapped out before anything else can go ahead.”
“Will do,” Caputo says and walks to the door, closely followed by Leone, who I might have been too harsh with.
Nico is hanging back and this would be a good time to talk to him about the coke and the partying.
“I’ll see you at six,” I tell Nico and leave the office before him.
I’ve stayed away from Goldie for as long as I can.Tonight will be another long night, I’m sure, since I plan to join one of the teams and get eyes on Moretti myself.
So I best get my fill of her while I can.Because who knows how long it’ll all last.Not long now.I’m sure of that.With the army I have and enough careful preparation, Moretti won’t be hard to squash.The rebuilding of my family’s empire might take longer.But I doubt the curse of ruin will let me get that far.
As soon as it senses I’ve fulfilled my biggest wish, it’ll cut me down.I just hope I’ll get to go in some nice way.Maybe in Goldie’s loving arms.That would be ideal.It might make her sad.But she’ll be fine, because a part of her will always hate me for what I did to her family.
Chapter15
GIANNA
The phone callwith my sister was supposed to be a joyous thing, but it put me in a very foul mood—much worse than anything I’ve felt since everything went wrong, and I ended up Matteo’s prisoner.His plaything.His property.
Why does thinking that fill my belly with butterflies and my pussy remember the feel of his cock?Instead of making me hate him like I should?
What is wrong with me?
“Come on, let’s go make some lunch,” Maria said to me as I handed her back the phone silently.
The look she was giving me said a lot of things.That she felt sorry for me, is angry that I’m sad, and a little maybe that she’s too old to deal with all that plus the heaps of clothes that she did manage to put in some sort of order while I was speaking to Chiara, doing a much better job than I had.
“I don’t know if I can leave this room,” I told her, very quietly.
What kind of idiot argues when they’re about to be released from their prison for just a little bit?
“You can leave this room,” she told me sternly, but I don’t think the sternness was meant for me.
At least she hasn’t been showing me any more of it since we reached the large kitchen on the ground floor of the house.She took me down a back staircase, the one meant only for servants, I’m sure.But I didn’t mind.At least we didn’t run into any of the men I could hear talking elsewhere in the house.
She served me a wonderful tuna melt tramezzini, better than anything I’ve ever eaten.The crustless bread just melts in my mouth and the spread has so much taste I can’t even figure out all the spices she used to make it.I’m on my third slice and I might not stop yet.
