Page 8 of Veil of Vengeance

“Was.” Romiro gives me a puzzled look, so I repeat, “Hewasthe underboss of one of the most important cities to the Camorra. Now he’s a sack of meat and bones.”

“And skin,” Lucio adds with a grin. Romiro shakes his head at both of us.

“As Capo, I can do as I see fit. Understood?” I say, Romiro nods and changes the topic.

“The place is secured; our guy has the system hooked to the control panel and the men have got the place surrounded,” he tells me, and I give him a curt nod.

“I want to go with you, guys,” Lucio says as we get on the elevator and head to the bottom floor.

“No.” I shake my head.

Lucio frowns and demands, “You’re being an asshole. Come on, let me come with you, guys.”

“Absolutely not. I don’t care if I’m being an asshole. You’re not old enough for this.” But the little shit doesn’t let it go.

“I am old enough,” he argues and, thankfully, Romiro cuts him off.

“You’re not even old enough to drink, let alone come with us. This is a very intricate plan. You, Little Lucio, aren't prepared for it.”

I snort at Romiro’s use of the word ”little.” Lucio is anything but little. At nineteen, he’s already up to my neck, and I’m 6 '5”. Lucio punches Romiro’s left arm, which he returns with a punch of his own. They continue back and forth until we’ve reached our cars.

“Get Costa on the phone. I want an update on Dom’s health,” I tell Lucio as I get into my red Maserati.

He nods and replies, “I texted him an hour ago, but I’ll tell him you’re expecting a call.”

* * *

I rubmy hands together as I watch the screen showing Moretti and the sorry asses they call “security” walk into the Via Veneto club. My eyes stay focused on my target. Little ‘Bellissima’ Moretti.

That name doesn’t even come close to describing her. Her long ebony hair is in soft waves down her back and her lips are painted a vampy red, making her tan more prominent. It’s not a chore to pay attention to only her.

I wait for the signal from Romiro to tell me when Moretti finishes his stupid ego boosting speech so I can step in. I begin working on the logistics of our legit business. Folonari’s Enterprises.

My phone rings, picking it up without taking my eyes off the screen.

“Si.”

“They’ve arrived and are mingling with their guests now. Moretti just finished his sad excuse of a speech,” Romiro informs me.

“I’m in the security room in the opposite building,” I tell him.

“I’ll be down in a bit.” My jaw clenches when one of the tied-up security guards starts mumbling something. I pull my gun out and put the silencer on. No one will hear it from this distance and the place is full of people. His eyes widen to the size of saucers as he takes in what I am about to do and starts thrashing, trying to get free. A bullet pierces right between his eyes, and his body instantly slumps forward, blood pooling underneath him. It takes me all of five minutes to get into the building without being tracked by any of the Morettis or their security.

I stand off to the side near the receptionist’s desk, which is empty waiting for the signal, but to my surprise, Little Moretti has come out of the room all by herself. She doesn’t see me, as she's lost in her thoughts, turning into a corridor on the other side of the receptionist’s desk.

I wait for a bit before heading after her, messaging Romiro about the changes in the plan.

Eli

Change of plans, she’s gone to the restroom. I’m going to follow her. I’ll call you when I secure the target.

Rom

Whatever you say, bro, but just be quick; it seems that the Moretti bastard wants to leave to go to some restaurant to discuss more business.

Eli

Tucking my phone back into my suit jacket, I run my fingers through my hair. As I push open the door, she’s making her way toward it. Her brow furrows when she sees me standing in her way. God, her fucking face looks even more heavenly in person, high cheekbones, almond-shaped, honey-colored eyes.

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