Page 19 of Veil of Vengeance

“Mrs. Folonari called. Mara’s snuck out last night, and she refuses to tell everyone where she went.”

A scowl settles on my face. Romiro’s eyes narrow as he studies me.

“What the fuck do you mean? Where were her guards? How can you allow my little sister out of your fucking sight? I trusted you as one of my best fucking men.”

A deafening silence falls.

“Silvio, the Capo asked you something.” Romiro urges as a hard edge takes over in his voice.

“Honestly, boss, I have no fucking clue, but Lucio is already in New Hampshire to deal with them, and Matteo is also looking through the camera footage to figure out how she was able to bypass the security.”

“Find the fuck out. I expect a report on how the fuck the men under your training failed.”

Romiro ends the call and slips the phone back into his pocket.

“We’re going back to the Diamond,” I order Romiro as I head to my car.

“I told the men to tie the Moretti girl and to make sure that she had something over her mouth,” Romiro informs me as he jogs behind me. I roll my shoulders, trying to rid the tension that settles into my muscles.

“Get in. I don’t fucking care what you guys did, just make sure everything is being set up.” His eyebrows lift as he looks at me with his hand on the car door. “Get in, Esposito. I don’t have all fucking day,” I repeat. He slams the door after he gets in, making me shake my head at his childishness.

“You go monitor Silvio, Boris, and the Moretti brat while they set up the camera,” I tell him as I drive out of the parking lot.

“Where are you going?”

I shoot Romiro a look to remind him that I am his Capo, not someone who answers to him. He nods, and we settle into silence as I drive through the traffic to reach the Diamond.

Once we reach the Diamond, both Romiro and I get out of the car. Romiro heads down the corridor toward the door to do as he was ordered. I shake my head at the change in his attitude. Romiro has always struggled with authority, whether it was the law or the hierarchy of the Camorra.

Opening my office door, I step into the cool room. At my desk, someone knocks on the door as I’m shuffling the accounting papers for the club.

“Come in.” My voice booms after I sit in my chair. Vivian enters the room and closes the door behind her.

I stay quiet, waiting for her to tell me the reason why she is in my office so early in the day. Her blonde hair is as always, styled like she is a 70s housewife.

“Emiliano, there’s a problem.”

I lift my eyebrow, urging her to continue.

“Donnie Gambi still hasn’t paid his debt off.”

Fucking Donald Gambi. I told Stefano to keep his nephew in check.

“How much?”

She shuffles around before her eyes meet mine.

“Half a million.” So, the idiot had been gambling as well.

“Is that just from the whores he’s been fucking, or…?” I implore, and she shakes her head.

“He’s been requesting Jasmine every night for the past six months.”

What the fuck is wrong with the Gambi men and expensive whores?

I run my hand across my mouth as I try to think of a solution that won’t cause a war on my turf. After all, the Gambi family is a crucial family in my operations. They supply some of my weapons.

“Tell the bouncers he’s not allowed in anymore, not until he pays off his debts,” I tell her. She spins around to leave, but I stop her. “And Vivian, next time, take this up with Gregory. I don’t have the fucking time for child’s play.”

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