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Silence surrounded me as I sipped my whiskey and thought about Giuseppe. I had to focus on something other than Sera, and the piece of shit bastard fit the bill. He had a toll to pay.
And I would collect.
It had been a few years since the Hand of Death had shown the rest of our fucked-up world what he could do. I meant to make an example out of the De Lucas, an example I was sure Andre Bianchi would hear about.
Maybe I’d get the chance to make him watch.
I swirled my drink and stared outside toward the ominous tree line in the distance, shrouded in darkness. “Let him come.”
CHAPTER 43
SERA
Three days passed, and if Killian slipping out of my room after taking my virginity hadn’t been enough, he’d kept me locked in here since that night. Three days with no word from anyone about what was going on in the outside world. Three days of sitting on my hands wondering if I’d done something wrong. After he’d claimed me, he’d looked at me like he hated me.No.
Like he hated himself.
Then he’d left me here to lose my mind.
Asshole.
Olivia had been my only source of human contact since then, and her chipper demeanor did nothing to improve my mood. If anything, it made it worse. She was always that way, no matter what happened or to whom. Even Tommaso getting a bullet through the chest hadn’t changed her disposition.
I watched her yank the sheets from my bed as I lurked near the window.
“No blood the last few days,” she sang to herself, which made my cheeks go a fiery red. “Off your period, then?”
I wasn’t sure it was possible to turn redder than I already was. The blood she’d seen on my sheets three days ago hadn’t been from my period, that was for sure.
“Yes,” I lied, forcing a smile before turning back to the window. “Can I leave the room now?”
“No.” She tossed the sheets in the corner of the room. “Sorry.”
“Why not?” I turned away from the window.
“Because we’re all on lockdown and have been for days now. Something big happened,” she added in a whisper, excitement lighting up her eyes. “Mr. Ricci has barely left his office, eaten, or slept.”
My voice slipped into a whisper too. “What happened?”
She looked back and forth like we weren’t the only people in the room and someone might be listening in. “A raid.”
“On who?” On my dad? My stomach twisted into a tangled knot, and I fought the urge to drop to my knees. I still held on to hope that my dad would come for me, even though the temptation to stay behind kept tugging at me.
I’d lost my mind completely when I’d let Killian into my bed.
Olivia opened her mouth to reply, but the door opened, and Delaney Lombardi walked in swinging a set of keys around her forefinger. She drew up short, planted a hand on her hip, and looked around the room. “Woah, nice digs. Way bigger than mine. What gives?”
“How the hell did you get those?” Olivia snatched the keys off her finger and tucked them in her apron.
Delaney, unfazed, simply strode across the room to stare out the window. She frowned at the view, then took a moment to walk around my room, inspecting it.
“What are you doing in here, Delaney?” I asked. The last time I’d seen her I let it slip that her father was dead. It was alsopainfully obvious that Delaney was only one more verbal slip away from coming completely unhinged.
I didn’t like the look in her eyes as she turned back to me and Olivia with a shrug.
“I was bored. Everyone is so up in arms about Giuseppe De Luca that one of the guys left his keys in my room. So, I went on a little walk, but there was no one around to talk to. I figured I could count on the Hand of Death’s little plaything to be locked up tight in her room though.” She giggled and winked.
Olivia and I glanced at each other and for the first time a shared understanding passed between us. Neither of us trusted Delaney, and I couldn’t help but think she was up to something right now. Did I think she had the bandwidth to actually formulate a plot of escape or revenge? Absolutely not. Getting into mischief and dragging me, and possibly Olivia, down with her? That was a different story.
