Page 46 of Remy

I can’t ignore him forever. The longer I do, the more suspicious he’ll get.

I shoot a glance at Ollie. “If you value your life, I suggest you remain quiet.”

She crosses her arms over her chest, her chin hitching as her mouth remains clamped shut.

Good girl.

I connect the call. “Broth?—”

“Where the fuck are you?” Salvo snaps.

“Good morning to you, too.” I snicker, forcing the slightest drunken slur into my tone. “Didn’t you get my message about taking the night off?”

“Did you not get mine that demanded to know where the fuck you are?”

“Of course. I just didn’t want big brother crashing my party. After everything I’ve done for you I deserve a night to myself.”

“You can have all the nights you want,” he growls. “But we’ve made a lot of enemies in a short space of time, and they’re out for blood.”

Ollie’s gaze shoots in my direction.

Yes, pyro, the list of threats to your existence is extensive.

“Aww, look at you trying to take care of me.” I tap the turn signal and change lanes. “Aren’t you just the bestest big broth?—”

“Don’t fuck with me, Rem. I’ve got enough on my plate without worrying about you.”

“There’s nothing to worry about.”

“So last night ran smoothly?”

“Without a hitch.” I take the next corner, turning toward Ollie’s suburb.

“There were no loose ends?”

I pause, paranoia skittering down my back at the pointed question. If my men said something about Ollie despite my instruction I’ll— “Everything is as it should be. Like always.”

“I fucking hope so. Make sure you keep your head low and your ass out of trouble. And answer next time I fucking call.”

“Aww. You’re such a sweetie. I’d do anything for?—”

The line disconnects.

I discreetly ease out a long breath. I’ll have to text him later and pretend I’m leaving town while I keep an eye on my unwilling business partner.

I’m also going to have to speak to my men—Russo and Valenti—and point out exactly what will happen to them if they open their mouths about Ollie seeing them with Javier’s dead body.

Having to kill her because she attempts to rat on my family is one thing, but losing her because Salvo is a paranoid, blood-thirsty asshole isn’t something my battered conscience could handle.

“You lied for me,” she whispers, her attention burning up my periphery. “Why?”

I flash her a taunting smirk. “Because you and I are besties now, right?”

She cringes. “What will happen if he finds out about me?”

Dread thickens the blood in my veins. I switch my attention back to city traffic.

I’ve already made it clear my family are a threat. But telling her just how quickly and easily my uncle and brother would order the execution of someone capable of putting us all in prison isn’t something she should be aware of.

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