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“They haven’t done anything in particular, but there is one guard who lingers outside her bedroom. We have some chatter recorded on the audio device the maid slipped inside her room.”
“Why didn’t you lead with that?” I asked, pulling my gun from my waist. I sat it down on my desk between us. Hell, I should have set it in the drawer before I lost my temper and took it out on the messenger.
“Don’t kill me,” he pleaded, reading my thoughts. I set the fucker in my top drawer.
“If he touched her…” I couldn’t even finish the words as my pulse pounded like a drum against my temple, the sound drowning out anything coming out of Mario’s mouth. “Repeat that.”
“He mentioned spoiling her before the wedding.”
“Give me the fucking audio, Mario.”
“Yes, Boss.” He opened his phone and tapped the button.
“Little girl, you’re lucky I let that crush go or you would be ruined for that asshole.”
“Just because you’re good looking never meant I had a crush. You’re a little bitch and that could never be someone I’d want,” she replied. Did she have feelings for the fucker? He was close to her, and she admitted he was attractive.
“What the fuck did you say?” he demanded.
“You heard me. I have no interest in you, so I don’t know what gave you the idea that you’d have a chance.”
“I watch your bedroom every damn night. Do you know how easy it would have been for me to take what I wanted? If your father didn’t owe the damn debt, you’d be on your knees for me.”
I turned it off before I snapped Mario’s phone in half. “When was this recorded, and why wasn’t I given it sooner?”
“They only got the listening device yesterday.”
“Are there more incidents?” I questioned.
“Only the rest of this session, but let’s just say you left it at the right spot.” It only took another ten seconds for me to press play again.
“You’re disgusting. Touch me and my father would have you strung up by your balls.”
“He wouldn’t. I’m his favorite, and he offered to let me have you after the deal is done.”
“You’re lying,” my rebel hissed.
“No need to lie.” The smugness in his voice nearly sent me over the edge. I gripped my chair to prevent me from smashing something. “Check this out if you don’t believe me.”
“Oh my God.”
“Hell, I might forget that you’re engaged and take what I want now.” My plans for the bastard were beyond psychotic. He asked for pure annihilation.
“Miss Rosetti, the planner has arrived.” Footsteps could be heard lightly as they moved away from the device.
“He’s a dead man.”
“Do you want to wait?”
“No, nab his ass now.” I was up and out of my chair, pacing with venomous rage pumping through my body.
He nodded, snatched his phone, and called Enzo. “We need to deal with the prick guarding Mrs. Lupo.”
Within hours, the sick fuck was outside the main house and in our special shed. I entered the wooden shack that led to a bunker where my guest was waiting. With just a pair of slacks and undershirt, I stepped through the hidden door. “Why, welcome to my home, Dominic Morelli.”
“Mr. Lupo, I don’t know why I’m here. I was following Mr. Rosetti’s orders and didn’t tell her who you were.”
“Ha. You think that’s why you’re here?”
