Page 21 of The Sicilian Brotherhood I

“Good. Take this helmet.”

She put it on her head.

“Ever been on the backs of one of these?”

She eyed my Deus Grievous Angel with hesitation.

“All you have to do is hold on tight.”

“Where are we going?”

“That’s for you to tell me.”

She flipped up the lid on her helmet, peering back at me with those large, dark brown eyes. They reflected the full moonlight onto them, shining back with an intense beauty that stopped me cold in my tracks and caused me to lose my train of thought.

“What do you mean?” She asked, breaking my silence.

“Where would you go if you had to hide from Franco? Who would you stay with? We need a safe house.”

“Don’t you have any?”

“I need somewhere that neither the Sicilians or the Sardinians will know.”

“Why?”

“You ask too many questions.”

“Tell me why, or I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

She folded her arms as if somehow she had the upper hand here. But I wasn’t in the mood for any more delays. It was already getting late and I wanted out of this safe location.

“I have a friend, Skye.”

“Is she involved with any of this?”

“She knows some of the Sardinians, but she’s not involved.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, scrutinizing her to see if this was another trap.

“Yes.”

I grabbed her arm, squeezing it and pulling her closer to me so she could look into my icy blue eyes and know without a shadow of a doubt, I wouldn’t tolerate her lying to me.

“If you’re lying to me, you know what happens, right?”

She nodded, trembling slightly as I relaxed my grip on her.

“Good,” I growled, “I want to know that you have nothing to do with Franco anymore.”

“I don’t!” She whined, “He left me at the altar! He had his own sister killed!”

I clenched my jaw. And I’d killed a man that had been close enough to be considered my brother. She spoke about Franco with so much vitriol and disgust. She felt the same way about me, I could be sure of that. I was far worse than Franco and she’d watched me pull the trigger up close.

I felt sick again.

But we had our rules. The punishment for rape was execution. Raimondo knew that. I wouldn’t let any of those bastards get away with something like that. I’m nothing like my father.

I smirked, “Well we’ll see how much you’re telling the truth.”

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