Page 45 of Bolted

She swats at me “Enough of that Sebastian, Andre and the rest are waiting for you in the private room.”

Without a second thought I head to the back room, passing through a doorway with two guards standing watch. Nodding at them I enter to find Andre, his younger brother Antonio, and their two cousins Felix and Alexander.

“What took so long?” Andre asks

“The hostess didn’t know who I was,” I reply, pulling out a chair.

“Oh that sexy little new girl?” Felix says grinning

“She’s spicy as fuck” Alexander comments “I can’t wait to get my hands on that one.”

“You’re not getting your hands anywhere near the new girl” Antonio grits out.

I lift my eyebrow at Andre but he just shakes his head smirking. Clearly the new girl is a touchy subject and frankly I don’t give a fuck so I jump right in. “I need your help boys. A favor only someone in your line of work can help with.”

I jump into our investigations, leaving out minor details, and catch them up on what’s happened in the last month before finishing with what I’m really wanting…that little fucking weasel Nate Green.

“I don’t know man,” Antonio says, blowing out a breath. “Lockhart’s got his hand in a lot of shit with people in the skin trade. If we aren’t careful we could piss off a lot of clients.”

“I’ll worry about Lockhart. I just want Nate. I’ll keep your names out of everything. No one will know you guys are involved.”

Antonio runs his hand through his hair. “This is dangerous” he states.

“I’ll pay triple your normal fee,” I respond quickly.

Alexander and Felix both look at Antonio in silent communication.

“You love this girl,” Antonio states. It’s not a question. Just a simple statement.

“If spending every waking breath I have searching out the man who hurt her so I can send him into the afterlife while relishing in his pain is love, then yes, I love her,” I say with so much force I even surprise myself.

Andre looks at me in surprise but doesn’t say anything else. He’s not usually much for words anyway but I’ve known him long enough to know what he’s thinking. I am fucked in every sense of the word but god, do I enjoy it.

“Ok, we will do it.” Antonio responds.

“Fantastic” I say, getting up and shaking his hand.

Andre gets up with me, slapping my back.

“Are you handling our other problem?” He asks his brother over his shoulder.

“Of course I am,” Antonio grunts.

A man is pushed through the door and to his knees with his hand tied behind his back. The last thing I see as we exit is Alexander standing over him with a gun touching his forehead while Antonio spits out “Tratidore!”

‘Traitor’ I think to myself. Not my business.

We leave passing by the hostess and I notice she doesn’t look me in the eye. “Have a nice day Mr. Manitellie and Mr. Bolt,” she says in a sickly sweet voice, no doubt laced with a bit of sarcasm.

Andre rolls his eyes and neither of us respond to her.

“My brother and cousins are going to have their hands full with that one.” Andre states.

“All of them?” I question, causing both of us to chuckle. “How long are you in town for this time Andre?” I ask him, changing the subject.

“A few weeks. I have a few things to take care of before heading back to Naples.”

“I’ll have Jamison catch you up on a potential client in Sicily. Apparently they are willing to pay a pretty penny to make a few charges against their son disappear here in the states. If there’s nothing else for tonight, I think I’ll head back to my little mouse.”

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