Page 30 of Mafia Heiress
“That’s everything I know. I swear it.”
Ciro takes the notepad and begins reading it, his reaction becoming angrier by the minute.
“We’re taking the limo back to the hotel. If I were you, I’d find somewhere else to call home before my father hears about what you did. Regardless of if you think your deal with the Vitucci’s was harmless, they used you to get to my father. This won’t sit well with the family.”
His groveling face has gone and now it’s replaced with venom. He doesn’t want to leave, but he will or I’ll have Ciro kill him. I won’t lose sleep over a scumbag like him.
He gets out of the limo and stomps off into the restaurant. I slide down the barrier between the driver and us. “Back to the Bogata, we have work to do.”
Chapter Nine
It takes six hours for our men to get to A.C. The addresses and information Franco gave us were more than fruitful. The Vitucci’s seem to be going into the shipping business. What they’re shipping I have no idea, but they’ve rented at least a dozen units all over.
“You’re going to be in the car with me,” Dante says. Ciro offers him a growl in response, but the former doesn’t take the bait.
“I don’t care who I drive with. I need to get my father back and kill someone.”
“You won’t be killing anybody. This isn’t your show, Jack. I’ll let you come this time, but after tonight, don’t expect to be included. This is Family business,” Ciro says.
He’s got a gun strapped to his side and another on his ankle. Mine is in my purse. I wonder which one I should grab first to shoot him in the face. Because he’s clearly lost his mind.
“You must have me confused with someone else, because the Family will always belong to me. I may not be in control yet, but it’s still mine. So get your ass back to planning and let me know when it’s time to leave.”
I storm off not bothering to watch his face as I go. There will be anger that I spoke to him like that in front of the other guys, but I don’t give a fuck. How dare he try to treat me like a child. He’s lucky we had sex already, because the way he’s going it may never happen again.
The bedroom in the suite is the same as I left it. Bed unmade, towels on the floor, and my old clothes strued about the chair. I never call maid service when I stay at a hotel. I don’t like random people snooping around my things.
I kick off my shoes and jump on the bed, pulling the pillow over my head. Maybe if I take a nap this will all be over. I should probably call my mother, or talk to the boys. I’m sure Ana has a fuck ton of questions.
As I’m about to pull my phone out from my back pocket, there’s a knock on the door. I fling the pillow on the side of the bed and answer the door. I’m confused at first, why it is Vito standing before me, but then I remembered the tape.
“Did you find anything?” I ask, dragging him into the bedroom and shutting the door.
“I got the audio working. Don’t know if you’re gonna wanna hear it though.”
His face looks worried like there’s something he’s not telling me.
“How many people have you shown it to?”
“No one. I wanted to give you that option. It’s not my tape.”
Smart boy.
“Show it to me.”
I take a seat on the bed and pat the space next to me. He stalks towards me, pulling his backpack off and placing it on the bed to rifle through before taking out his laptop and a small black box. He puts the backpack on the floor and then climbs up next to me.
“I’ve saved copies in three different cloud accounts. This drive is the only physical copy.”
He starts up the computer and plugs the black box in. The screen lights up and the start of the video pops up. It’s my parents sleeping in their beds. A loud boom echoes through the hall and then a woman screams.
My father startles first, going for the gun he keeps on the side table. “Get in the room, Carmella!” Mom races to the bookshelf and types in the code. Everything starts to move and a solid steel door is revealed. She punches in another code, and Frankie bangs on the door. Dad throws it open letting in my terrified little brother. My mother grabs him quickly before they enter. A scream on Momma’s lips about Cal.
The fucking Vitucci brothers enter but Cal isn’t with them. This must be when they gave him the drugs. A pool of blood seeps through the doorway and I hold back the tears. I have to hear this whole thing. Make them pay for what they did to my family.
“What the fuck are you doing in my home?Tirati fuori pezzo di merda!”
“We’re finally gonna get to kill you,vecchio bastardo.”
