Page 352 of Legacy
She stares at me.
I brace for possible tears, bad memories.
I look into those eyes for any hint of hurt.
But instead—
“Oh,” she says calmly. “Yeah… about that.”
I pause. “About what?”
She sets her tea down.
“I had Enzo and Nico move him.”
I blink. “You what?”
“To Santo’s house,” she adds casually. “Apparently he’s made some sort of sensory deprivation… pit. Hole. Whatever. Gio’s there.”
My jaw opens. Closes. Opens again.
“What the fuck?”
She smiles sweetly. “You left him barely alive. I made an executive decision.”
I lean back, dazed. “You made a what?”
She pats my thigh. “Don’t worry. We’ll kill him soon.”
I’m still trying to process it when she stands, grabs my keys, and tosses me a look over her shoulder.
“Come on. Let’s go to the townhouse. I got something to show you.”
We drive in silence. The kind where the air hums with something…good.
She’s drumming her fingers on her thigh, half-smiling, as I turn onto the street I know well.
My brows draw in. “Are you going to tell me now why we’re here?”
She doesn’t answer.
I park.
She gets out.
I follow—and that’s when I realize it.
The townhouse.
The windows are new. The door’s been repainted. There’s light inside. Curtains. Fresh mulch lining the walkway. A new number plate. The whole block…
I turn in a slow circle.
Everything’s being redone.
My voice is rough. “What the hell is this?”
She beams. Actually beams. “Luciano’s men were still in town, so I borrowed a few.”
