Page 130 of Brutal Vows
Instead, I turn back to Massimo and smile. “You were saying?”
He moistens his lips and straightens his tie. He runs a shaky hand over his hair. He glances at Quinn, exhales a hard breath, and pulls himself together.
“There’s a vote for the next capo tomorrow.”
“I know.”
“We want to know if your brother is worthy of the position.”
Sensing there’s a lot more to it than that, I tilt my head and narrow my eyes at him. “Why don’t you tell me what you really want?”
“I just did.”
I say softly, “You have ten seconds until we leave. I’ve got shopping to do.”
Massimo opens his mouth, but Alessandro cuts him off. “We understand that you killed some of the intruders?”
I don’t know where they’re getting their information, but I’m not about to stand here and justify protecting my own home. So I say flatly, “Anyone who comes into my house uninvited leaves in a body bag.”
He nods, considering me. “Does that protectiveness extend to the rest of your family?” He makes a slight sweeping motion of his hand, indicating all the other Italians present.
I notice Declan watching me intently but can’t concentrate on that. Holding Alessandro’s piercing gaze, I say, “Is my loyalty to the family under question?”
He pauses to carefully choose his words. “Forgive the presumption, but your loyalty could now be said to be…” He glances at Quinn. “Divided.”
“My loyalty extends to those who prove themselves worthy of it.”
“Regardless of blood?”
“For fuck’s sake, Alessandro. You’re smarter than that. Let me put it bluntly: family comes first. Unless they prove themselves untrustworthy; then they’re dead to me.” I smile. “Or by me. And before you get too excited, I consider the Irish family now, too. They’ve proven themselves much better friends than I expected.”
I pause to glance up at Quinn. “And for that, I’m grateful.”
The look in his eyes is all the reward I need.
Looking back at Alessandro, I say, “The bottom line is that I don’t consider my loyalty divided. I consider it extended. I’m Italian by birth, and now Irish by marriage. Do with that what you will, but I won’t stand here any longer and be forced to explain myself. I’ve given you enough of my time.”
I wrap an arm around Quinn’s waist. “You’re interrupting my honeymoon.”
Alessandro looks at Massimo. After a pause, he gives a curt nod. Then Alessandro glances at Tomasi and Aldo, who also nod.
He turns back to me. “Thank you, Reyna. Always a pleasure to speak with you.” He looks at Quinn and chuckles. “Congratulations, Mr. Quinn. And good luck.”
When Quinn narrows his eyes suspiciously, I poke him in the ribs to distract him from using Alessandro’s face for target practice.
Massimo turns to his soldiers. He whistles and makes a circle in the air with his finger. Everyone falls back and allows the four heads to pass, then they pick up the body and fall in line behind them, headed for a door at the back of the warehouse.
As they file out, Declan issues a command in Gaelic to his men. They walk to another door, leading out the side.
Smiling, Declan turns to us. “That was a grand bit of fun, wasn’t it?”
“It was a test,” I say, watching the last of Massimo’s men leave. The door slams shut behind him. A trail of blood is the only evidence they were ever here.
Declan murmurs, “Aye.”
I focus on his face, which is unreadable. “You know what this is about, don’t you?”
He lifts a shoulder and flicks his cigarette butt away. “I know all kinds of things, lass. It’s the job. By the way, Sloane wants you both over for supper tonight.”
