Page 28 of Veil of Vengeance

“Whoa, just say you want some alone time with the beauty you have in one of the cells and I’ll leave. Besides, you asked me to follow you.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me when I turn to glare at him.

“Go, make sure that the cameras are working around the house. I want to know how that little shit Mara was able to leave the property without anyone noticing,” I order him. He shrugs and heads out of the hallway. Opening the door, I walk in to see her still pacing around the small cell she’s in. Her heels have been ditched in the corner of the cell, her hair frizzy and all over the place. She doesn’t seem to notice me until I’m unlocking her cell door.

“I brought some food for you. Eat.” I lift the plate to emphasize my point and take a couple of steps toward her. She was short when she was in heels, but now she’s even smaller.

“Would you like me to get on my knees and beg for mercy?” she asks me, my stomach tightens at the image. I ignore her and hand her the plate, which she takes and turns to sit on the concrete slab. I’m still standing in the same spot when she looks up at me.

“Are you just going to watch me eat?” she asks condescendingly. One day, I’m going to teach this brat a lesson. Swallowing roughly, I turn and head back to her cell door. ?

After locking it and leaving, I head to my office to make some calls. To no one’s absolute surprise, the Outfit has spread their soldiers on the borders of their territory. Waiting to strike back.

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My phone ringsaround an hour after I've gone back to my office. It’s a Chicago number. I guess the Morettis are tired of waiting.

“Capo of the honorable Outfit is calling me himself, that’s a surprise.” Each word drips with sarcasm after I pick up the phone call.

“You fucking bastard. Give me back my daughter, or you’ll pay the price.” His threat doesn’t faze me. In fact, it bores me. I was expecting better than this. What a shame.

“Now, now, no need to throw a temper tantrum. You are a grown man and Capo of the prideful Outfit. I’m hoping you enjoyed our little show. I sure did.” I end the call, but before I do, I make out some cursing and a woman crying in the background.

A knock sounds at my door.

“Enter.” My command is loud and clear. I don't look up to know who has entered my office. Ginevra. Her lavender scent fills the room. She rounds my desk and comes to stand before me.

I push my chair back, and she bends her right knee, resting it between my legs as she hovers with her face inches from mine. She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, trying to appear seductive, but she looks anything but. Wrapping my hand around her throat, I give it a small squeeze, at which she moans. Her breath skitters over my lips, and she tries to close the distance, but I don’t let her, holding her in place by her neck.

“You want this?” I ask her to make sure she knows what she’s getting into. She nods eagerly.

“Use your words, Ginevra, or I’ll throw you out.” Her eyes widen at the threat.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” I ask.

“Yes, I want you to fuck me,” she breathes.

“So vulgar.” I tsk before pulling her to me. Our mouths fuse together and my tongue darts out to run over her bottom lip, which I tug at. I swallow each moan that leaves her mouth, but something doesn’t feel right. Reaching for my sweats, I shove her hands off me. I don’t know what I’m doing until I’ve dragged Ginevra halfway across my office and have the door open with her over the threshold, and me slamming the door in her shocked face.

Romiro calls me, and I pick up with a groan.

“Costa is here,” he says.

“Send him to my office, and I want you here as well. Also, tell Silvio to set up the camera and sound system near the front and back entrances.”

CHAPTER 8

EMILIANO

?“What the fuck do you mean, you couldn’t track down who’s doing all the killing in my fucking territory?”

Costa’s report is just a bunch of bullshit about the techniques and the links between all the girls who were killed. I didn’t want that. I wanted the fucking person who’s littering my city with dead fucking bodies and the only link is Lucio.

Costa leans back in his chair with a bored expression, unbothered.

“I don’t know what to tell you, Folonari. Whoever the fuck is doing all of this, isn’t someone easy to track. I don’t think anyone can track them. It looks like they don’t want to be found.”

I clench my jaw to stop myself from punching this asshole for pointing out the fucking obvious. Throwing the file on my desk, I run my hand through my hair.

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