Page 48 of Primo DeLuca

Chapter Nineteen

Primo

My way of life involved looking over my shoulder for the trouble that would assuredly chase me. However, casting that same eye for the usual chaos plus assassins hired to kill me by a member of my own fucking family was an inconvenience.

Though reluctant, I answered my phone that wouldn’t stop ringing.

“Hello.”

“Primo,” Brizio called out. He was breathing so hard, I hardly made out that it was him.

“You better not be on this fucking phone having sex again while calling me about business,” I warned him.

“No sex but the next best thing,” he said with a snicker.

“You remember the two who were stupid enough to follow you into the bathroom?”

“Yes. I remember.”

“The man you left with me. I damaged him too badly the first night, so he needed a little time to recover before he could speak again. Anyway, I discovered that he was tied to the ones who tried to take Leandra. They were a part of the same crew, he claimed they were a seven man team. They are not connected to the crew sent by the Vittorio family so they are working off of two different contracts under two different agendas. Which means there are two or more out there unaccounted for. Are Lenni and Umberto still watching Leandra?”

“Yes, they still have eyes on her and them.”

“Good,” Brizio said. “The man, may he rest in pieces, couldn’t tell me who hired them. The person covered their tracks well enough that the people they hired are clueless about their identity. But I did get out of him that he believed it was a DeLuca, like we already know, and that they had strict orders to keep tabs on Leandra, I believe as a means of getting to you.”

“I suspected as much. Fuck,” I muttered under my breath.

“You got anything planned,” Brizio asked, too enthusiastic about the prospect of shedding blood.

“No,” I said, glancing over at Nevah, who was watching me like a little hawk. Based on the little furrow in her brow, she knew trouble was stirring.

“Let me know if you need me,” Brizio added.

“I will. Thank you,” I said before hanging up.

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The restaurant I currently sat in was owned by my family, and although I should have been comfortable, an edgy feeling rested on my shoulders and my trigger finger tingled. However, this was where my nose and the hard work of my people had led me in the hunt for the DeLuca rat who had a hard on for my death.

“Hi, Primo,” a female voice sang.

“Hello, Leandra.”

I eyed the piece of material wrapped around her breasts and ass. There wasn’t much left to anyone’s imagination. If you slept with Leandra, you pretty much knew most of what you were going to get beforehand.

“May I?” she said, pointing at the seat Nevah had vacated to go to the restroom.

I nodded.

“I saw you and wanted to say a quick hello. Is everything all right? I mean, I know it isn’t all right with all that’s been going on, but is there anything I can do to help?”

My head shook. “I’m close to solving our traitor problem, and you won’t have to worry about staying low-key anymore.”

Her smile came easily, and her roaming gaze raked over me in that way it always did, letting me know she hadn’t lost interest.

“Is she having trouble adjusting to the DeLuca way of life?” she questioned, glancing in the direction Nevah had walked.

My shoulders lifted casually, not confirming or denying anything. I was smart enough not to reveal to a woman that was interested in me the business between me and the woman I was with. Leandra could assume whatever the hell she wanted.

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