Page 121 of Capuleto

"What about R's dog?"

"I haven't had time to go to the hospital today," she confirmed, pulling the garment over her head. "Yesterday I went as you asked, he was still in the ICU, and when I asked about his condition, the nurse said that if he improved, they would take him off the ventilator and move him to a regular room."

"That won't happen. Tonight, that filthy rat will die."

"Have you sent someone to take care of Aleksa?"

"What do you think? During the shift change, he'll have a little accident." In the boiler room, someone swore and ran out of the house without being seen. "I want you to go see Romeo."

"Now? He'll be with your sister."

"Then call him." Irene hesitated.

"Nikita made it very clear that she didn't want me around him."

"Forget my sister, she had to play the jealous wife, and she doesn't know you're one of ours."

"I didn't get the impression she was acting." I stood up, offended, and walked over to her.

"What are you insinuating?" I asked, grabbing her chin between my fingertips.

"Well, women have a sixth sense about love, and I guarantee you, your sister likes her husband. If I were you, I'd watch her." I let out a laugh. I released her chin and slapped her hard across the face.

She screamed in surprise. I didn't give her time to recover before grabbing her face again.

"You say that because you like him, because you always wanted to be in her place, for Romeo to fuck you and make you his." She shook her head. I bit her lower lip viciously. She screamed again.

"No, I swear. You know it's you I like," she said, cowering.

"Yeah, sure."

I knew she was lying, that the pleasure between us had run out long ago, that she fucked me because she was terrified I might kill her if she refused my special needs.

I had seen how her face and cunt lit up in Romeo's presence. She couldn't help but desire him, just as I couldn't control that the Capulet made me hard.

I traced her lower lip with my thumb.

"You disgust me." I spat in her face, and she closed her eyes. "Eat my spit," I ordered.

She ran her fingers over the saliva splattered on her face and licked them. She was so predictable, so fearful, that she disgusted me.

She would have swallowed anything I put in front of her. She was nothing like my sister, no wonder R preferred Nikita over her, they couldn't compare. The redhead was a damn whore. Her only purpose was to inform me about the Capulets and do some extra work, like making sure one of my men blew up the Hell's Angels' bikes at the funeral.

"Tell me something. Didn't R ask if you were the one who blew up the bikes?"

"No one suspects a woman who looks like a Playboy bunny with perfect manicure." That was true, which is why I wanted her to push the button. "And why do you want me to call Romeo?"

"You could tell him you're very sad and scared, that you need him. That my sister doesn't have to find out, and you can get some information from him. You're good at getting information; that's how I found out Romeo was in Santorini when you got it out of Dante."

"Yes, I'm good at getting people to trust me."

"Call R."

The redhead went to her phone and made a call.

"He's not answering."

"Keep trying."

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