Lately it seemed like just looking at him wrong earned me time in the box.
“Help!” I ran directly into the living room, where a few men were seated. Father wasn’t anywhere to be found.
“Help? What do you need help with?” Luca stood in the corner, hands in pockets. His thick accent reminded me of my grandfather. He’d been kind to me, my grandfather.
“My father, he locked me in a box and I don’t know where my ma went and—”
“Aww.” Luca clapped his hands. “Family drama. It never ceases to amaze me how easily the families fall apart when we leave them to their own devices.”
What was he talking about?
“Listen.” Luca knelt down in front of me. “Do you hear that?”
“Hear what?” I could only hear my breathing.
“Exactly.” Luca patted my shoulder. “Nobody cares that you were locked in a box, not even God. So run along and crawl back in before I give you a true reason to scream for help.”
Frozen in place, I could only stare at him.
“Run along…” He sounded bored as I ran from the room. I was terrified for the rest of the night, terrified that he would make good on his promise and come get me. I even crawled back into the box.
My dad finally found me in that same position a day later, dehydrated and traumatized. It was the first time he beat me. He said I was an embarrassment to the other families.
It was also the first time I shot a gun and put his name on the target. He would die by my hands one day; he would die just like Luca.
“Why exactly are you here?” I asked, feigning boredom as I drummed my fingers against the table. “You have nothing to gain by your presence.”
Luca laughed. “And that is where you are wrong. We keep the peace between the families. We’ve heard of some unrest. You know the rules, Nixon. You live by them. One cannot simply shoot someone because they have a grudge. Hand over Mr. Alfero and this will all simply be a memory. We’ll leave on the first plane.”
“I can’t do that.”
“And why not?” He leaned forward. “What do you have to gain by protecting him?”
“Nothing,” I lied, “except a guilt-free conscience. How will his death wipe the slate clean?”
“A life for a life.” Luca shrugged. “After all, doesn’t he have a grandson or granddaughter next in line?”
So that’s what they wanted.
Trace.
Over my cold lifeless body.
“How would I know?”
“Bring him.” Luca motioned to someone behind him. The door opened and then closed again.
I tried to appear unfazed as I watched Faust bring Phoenix into the room. But damn if I didn’t want to jump across the table and end his life.
Chase tensed next to me.
So it had come to this? We let him live and he tells all?
Phoenix took a seat, a shit-eating grin on his face. Holy mother of God I was itching to end his life.
“This man seems to think differently. All I ask”—Luca cleared his throat—“is that you turn over Mr. Alfero, turn over the man responsible for De Lange’s death. A life for a life. If not, I’ll hurt those you love the most. After all, Phoenix is the leader of the De Langes now. Justice needs to be served.”
“Noted,” I said through clenched teeth.
“Do you doubt me?” Luca tilted his head to the side and placed his hands on the table as he pushed himself to a standing position. “Clearly, you do, otherwise you would be handing over the head of the Alfero family on a silver platter.”
“Why in the hell would I hand over the head of the Alfero family, especially when the person calling for his head is nothing but a treacherous snake?” I looked at Phoenix and glared. “So you listen to me.”
Luca’s eyebrows lifted just slightly.
“I will discover who murdered Frank Alfero’s son and daughter and when I prove what I’ve suspected all along, you will leave.”
Luca leaned back on his feet and laughed. Phoenix briefly made eye contact with me and shook his head, just once. But it was enough to catch me by surprise. What the hell kind of a dangerous game was he playing? I was about five seconds away from pulling my gun out and opening fire on everyone in that damn room.
“I will hurt those you love most,” Luca whispered. “Is that what you want?”
“I love no one.”
Luca laughed and reached into his pocket. He pulled out an envelope and lifted a lock of hair out of it.
A lock of dark, silky brown hair. He held it to his nose and sniffed. “Coconut? Lavender? Do remind me to ask your little girlfriend what she uses. It’s absolutely… divine.”
I gripped the seat until my knuckles turned white.