"Oh, I get what this is about." He chuckles. I'm sure my face is turning red with the anger I feel for my own brother. "I've got enough pussy around me. I don't need to care about hers. She's all yours," Declan says, leaning back in his chair.
"Don't speak about her that way," I say, raising my voice.
Declan slams his fist on the desk, his jaw clenched. "You don't tell me what to do, Finn. Know your place." I don't know what's worse, the fact that Declan sees me as some little kid or that he speaks about Gianna disrespectfully, but I'm beyond pissed.
"Gianna isn't attending any meeting with you. She'll remain here," I say, standing my ground.
"I don't think you get it. She's not here to play house. You wanted her to stay, and I'll use her however I see fit. That's how she'll be allowed to remain here unharmed."
"That won't happen. Gianna is off-limits, Declan. I'm warning you," I threaten. I've never wanted to protect anything more. I don't want her to get hurt, and I know Declan. He won't stop at anything to make her life here miserable.
"You dare threaten me because of some Rosso chick. I'm telling you she has a mission. I don't trust her, and the fact that you act this way just proves it. You can play in her pussy, I don't give a shit, but you need to use that head of yours."
"She's going with me for the meetings. You said it yourself. She can be useful," Declan says in a final tone, getting up from his chair to watch the city below.
"I didn't mean to use her this way," I say, starting to regret what I said.
"What way did you think, Finn? You thought I was going to pat her on the back while I begged her to let out any information about the Rosso family? She knew what she signed up for when she walked into this estate. She isn't that dumb."
I don't like this. I hate that Gianna will be used this way. I've never questioned or gone against my brother, but this is one thing I cannot allow to go on.
CHAPTER 7
Gianna
I barely havetime to get ready this morning before Declan comes knocking on my door and ushers me out to the meetings.
I suppose I'm at least grateful for the respect this time. But considering right before that Finn barged in again to say goodbye before work, letting me know he'd had a talk with his brother, I can guess the reasons why Declan has behaved a little better.
I still don't know that I can trust either of them.
It's lonely, only trusting myself, because Vito isn't exactly at the top of the list either.
Being in the midst of angry Irish men who could devour me in a second is scary and intimidating, but attending those meetings is in my favor.
The sooner I get intel about the Irish, the sooner I leave this place and can figure out what to do next.
I've never been to any meetings Vito had, but I try to get as much information as I can.
Although, I'm told to leave after some minutes, to which I feel grateful and annoyed, but I have to remind myself that Ican't possibly get intel in one day. Not the kind Vito would really want and consider enough to absolve me for.
Declan wouldn't be that stupid.
The hum of the hair dryer is a temporary distraction from my mind as I dry my hair from the downpour that hit us on the way back from those meetings. Despite attending three of them, it's only just a little after lunchtime. He's been only kind enough to get me a sandwich at a café. I use a little of my own cash to get a new book; something to amuse myself with when I'm too in my head and all alone in this room.
It's funny how this is becoming as much of a prison as my room at the Rosso estate. I had vainly hoped this would be at least a little different.
I keep thinking of how I can reach Vito. I can't use my phone. I'm also watched 24/7. Even right now, Alex is outside my door.
Time ticks by, each minute more boring and silent than the last. I try to distract myself. I try reading a book, folding my clothes, anything to distract myself.
Finn doesn't return after he leaves this morning, so much for him being responsible for me.
Maybe it's for the best that I don't see him.
As the sun starts to set outside my window, a knock from the door catches my attention. I guess I'm still being treated with a slight bit of respect today.
I walk to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it. "Boss has called for you," Alex says, and my heart drops to my stomach. I follow Alex down the elevator to the lobby, wondering where we're headed. Walking around this estate feels like walking on the edge of a knife. Not to mention, I have yet to figure out what's on all the floors.
