Page 47 of Delivered in White

“Capri. Get your ass down here. It’s time.”

Chapter 14

Tristano

My BMW engine purrs to life as I open the garage door, waiting for Capri to get in the fucking car. This bitch takes forever. We’re going to Pennsylvania so I can convince my fatheroutof this bullshit situation. There has to be another way.

Instead of managing the escort service, I had to let TimmySnapshandle a pretty big issue. The guy can barely remember his own fucking name. That’s why we call him Snaps. His fingers are always going while he’s trying to recall something. Where did that leave me? Beating the shit out of my steering wheel trying to pin down where this woman went. I checked my house three times.

Three times… before I found her laying there all peaceful in the backyard. If mobsters were allowed to have Ring cameras, I would’ve known the second her dumbass ran around the house.

Crchk.

The passenger door opens and in comes Capri, well rested in a stunning white sundress. I’d be lying if I said my heartrate wasn’t skyrocketing. I’m turning it straight back into anger though, because this woman needs to learn what’s what. How much does she get away with because of how hot she looks? Especially today.Damn.

Her tan compliments the white. High heels make her perfect calves pop, and her hair is in a professional-looking bun with two wavy bangs framing her face. I’d take her right now in the car if I didn’t want to shove her out of it. I dig when a woman looks freshly cleaned. It does some animalistic things to my brain.

“Well, you rushed me. Are we going?” Her eyes are wide and angry.

I catch her looking me up and down. Yeah, I suited up too. Out of respect, in case my father doesn’t budge and this thing really has to happen.

Pulling out of my driveway like a raging bull makes her squeal. Good.

I’m so sick of her shit. It’s only been a few days, and she’s consumed my life – makes me late to everything, and I’m behind onthreebusinesses worth of work.

Bottom line – this ain’t working.

“You’re a real asshole, you know that?” She holds onto the car handle and braces her heels on either side of the mat.

What’s she complaining about now? Am I driving too fast? The water I dumped on her? She deserves it.

“You didn’t let me get a word in when you were stomping around like a toddler last night. And waking me up like that?” She pinches me, but I take the pain without flinching. “Such a prick.”

I’m not entertaining any of this. Bigger fish to fry. Last night, Chestnut needed to see me in private because one of the other dancers worked at a rival club the night before and overheard the Barones talking. Apparently they’ve narrowed the disappearance of Sonny Lucrazi down to two people – JayRockstarScatilli, or Stanzothe Glove, my father. Capri’s dad saved both their asses in spectacular fashion, giving the two of them potential loyalties over the families.

Sonny’s a high-rolling made man. His disappearance won’t blow over anytime soon. I have to report this to Pop and get him further away from the tri-state.

“Hey, are you even listening to me?” She swats my arm until I glare at her.

“Let’s just get this over with. I’m going to try my fucking hardest to convince my father to let us out.”

“Wouldn’t that be a godsend?” her voice cracks, cheeks growing red as she pulls back and folds her arms.

Did I offend her?

She’s quiet as a lamb now. The tension is deafening though. It’s like she’s a boiling tea kettle that’s going to blow at any second. I don’t dare look over. Igniting her with two hours to go would be an annoying mistake. I’m exhausted as it is. Two days of no sleep because of this brat.

The way she taps her anxious foot makes the lines of muscle in her legs twitch. She’s so fucking hot. And the way she owned the stage yesterday after never having done it? Damn. Thought we might be off to a good start.

Then she books like a damn psycho.

What in hell was that shit about? Can’t handle hanging with the other women? Did Bruno say something stupid?

A twinge of remorse tugs at my gut. If my father agrees, and I leave her high and dry in someone else’s protection – she’s going to die. No way anyone else can keep her hidden, and my father is too sick to take care of two people.

Fuck.

Why do I even care?

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