Page 84 of Villainous Kingpin
“But-” Juliette started and I cut her off.
“Remember the deal with Davina,” I reminded her. “No more heists.”
She blew out a frustrated breath. “Such bullshit,” she huffed. “You are not even trying to be a good criminal.”
I rolled my shoulders. “Sorry, I’m preoccupied with other shit.”
Her eyes glanced my way and she finally dropped it. Five minutes later, we were in front of the luxury casino with a limo waiting for us. Nico Morrelli shuffled us into it and sat in the back with us, unbuttoning his jacket and revealing his holster.
“I better not get shipped back to Ireland for this shit,” Ivy spat. “I told you we’re the worst.”
Nico glanced at her, amusement in his expression.
“We didn’t do anything wrong,” Davina assured her. “It’s probably because we left town and Liam didn’t know.”
I huddled in my seat and pressed my cheek to the window, watching the city buildings pass us. I felt Nico’s occasional looks my way. I wondered what he knew or didn’t know. Over the last two weeks, Sasha gave me previews of who’s who in the underworld. According to him, Nico Morrelli was one of the few men that could get information on everyone. Sometimes he knew stuff that people themselves didn’t know about themselves.
Did he know who I was? Some fucking Russian mafia princess. Did he know I’d fallen for the enemy?
No,my heart screamed. Basilio couldn’t be the enemy.I had to be the stupidest person on this planet, because my heart still wanted him. Only him.
My throat clogged and I dug my fingernails into my palms, focusing on the physical pain. This love for Bas splintered me apart, piece by fucking piece. I closed my eyes, fighting the tears stinging my eyes and threatening to spill.
The drive to Nico’s place passed in utter silence. It was only when the car stopped that I finally opened my eyes. We were stopped at the gate and from the looks of it, the entire property was surrounded by tall fences and trees.
The gate slid to the right and the driver drove through the entry and followed the winding road through the woods until we reached a clearing.
At the end of the clearing a large manor estate stood. It’d look immaculate and pristine, if not for kids running around.
“It’s like a fucking daycare here,” Juliette muttered and Davina elbowed her to shut up. The car came to a stop in front of the marble grand staircase, cascading in front of the house.
Jesus, talk about elaborate!
The moment Nico exited the vehicle, two identical girls that looked to be roughly seven came running his way.
“Dad, Dad.”
And I watched mesmerized as the ruthless mobster lowered down and grinned at his girls. Juliette and I didn’t have that. Not because Uncle wasn’t a caring man, but because he was on the east coast, while the two of us were mostly in California.
The pair of identical blue eyes peeked at the open door and we slowly made our way out of the limo too.
“Hello, girls,” Davina greeted them. “I’m Davina.”
“Wynter,” I introduced myself, then Juliette and Ivy followed suit.
“Sasha and the old man are here already, Daddy,” one of them announced and Juliette snickered.
“She called your husband the old man,” Juliette snorted.
“That’s your dad, woman,” Davina retorted back dryly. “And I could go for evil stepmother if you don’t quit it, Jules.”
“Now there is an idea for a Halloween costume,” Ivy said, trying to stifle her laugh.
“If you three are finished, let’s go find them before Uncle tries to kill Sasha,” I snapped at all three. “Which way is it, Mr. Morrelli?”
“Go run and tell Mommy we have four more guests,” he told the twins and the two ran off before he even finished the statement. He climbed the stairs and the four of us followed.
We took in his home. The wealth and luxury were evident everywhere. I could hear the echoes of laughter and music. A baby crying.
