“I understand that. I truthfully do, but you do understand what accusing our own kind does, don’t you?” I had to ask him. It will cause an uprising if anyone discovers what we will be doing. If it is discovered that we are wrong, we would be seen as weak, and weak in the mafia just gives people another reason to take you out.
A smile tips at his lips. “Yes, young Alzerro, I do. Have you forgotten your father and I worked together?”
“No, I haven’t,” I say, returning his smile. The mafia is my family. My men were my family. That’s just how it worked.
“Good. I will keep you updated, I just want you to watch your men and do so diligently. We will smell ‘em out, and when we do, I have a bullet with their names on it.” I can see the determination in his eyes.
I nod my head. “Yes. If I find anything out, I will give you a call.” He stands suddenly, bending down to place a kiss on my forehead. It is meant out of respect.
“Thank you for seeing me,” Luccio says, and then he is out the door with his men following behind him like bloodhounds.
“What was that about?” Mack comes into the sitting room after closing the door behind them. He looks a bit leery of me, and then it occurs to me—should I tell him? Should I let him in on the secret that Luccio is on the case of finding my mother’s killer, and it might be one of our own men?
“Luccio thinks there may be a pig among us. Came by to let me know.” I lie. Well, half lie. I can’t possibly tell him everything, even if I trust him. In this line of business, no one can ever be fully trusted. Lines can never be drawn, or they will be crossed daily. It is best to keep things to yourself.
“Well, if I hear anything among the men, I will let you know,” Mack assures me.
“Thank you,” I reply, dismissing him. The fact that my mother’s killer is out there, beneath one of our two families, is far too much for me to stomach. I find myself crawling back upstairs to my bathroom to take another shower.
It is funny how I can kill left and right and pull people from their families like nothing, but that something so simple can bring me to my knees. It doesn’t matter how much I say I don’t care, or how much I try to bathe in the blood of those I kill, it never takes the pain away, never makes me forget.
Chapter Four
Bree
When I awake, I am alone. The spot next to mine in the bed is cold, and I sigh in relief. There is no way I can handle waking up next to him. My heart is beating out of my chest as it is. I want to see him, but at the same time I don’t. I hate him, but I kind of find him endearing at the same time.
His smirk makes my panties melt, but his cockiness and the way he handles things make me want to turn his gun on him. I can hear the shower running in the bathroom. I need to pee but feel it’s safer to hold it. I take the small amount of time I have alone to think things over.
Alzerro, or Zerro, or whatever the hell he calls himself, told me he would kill me over and over again yesterday. Except I don’t believe him, not even after I watched him kill that man on the floor downstairs yesterday. I can’t help but feel like helping him, yet I hardly know him.
Then there is the fact that I am not sure why I am really here. He didn’t take me last night, in fact, he stayed on his side of the bed and I stayed on mine. I know it won’t last long, though. One way or another, I will have to spread my legs for him. I will have to give him access to who I am.
The water turns off and the door opens, pulling me from my thoughts. I watch him as he walks out of the bathroom with a scrap of a towel covering his lower half. It looks more like a washcloth covering the area, but who am I kidding? All I can think about is the way his mouth felt against mine last night and his abs. God, his abs are beautiful. Each little chiseled marking on his stomach…the dips and planes and that V… That fucking V is something women would kill over.
“Let me give you something more to stare at…” His voice pulls me out of my trance only to throw me back into it as he drops the towel from his waist.
I can’t help my expression. My eyes widen, and my mouth gapes open. A family of flies could have made my mouth their home, it is open so long. I snap it closed, hoping he doesn’t see. He is very well hung. His head has beads of water on it, and he is cleanly shaven.
“Do you like?” he asks, smirking. His hand strokes the base, and I swear to God one of my ovaries explodes. Pulling my eyes from his…cock, moving them to his eyes, turns me into a puddle of mush. I know he just killed a guy yesterday, and he’s all kinds of fucked up, and I am supposed to be paying a debt for my father, but I am attracted to him. I can’t help it, and I am not sure if I want to.