Page 59 of Wicked Truths

The nice man glances at me and nods. “I believe you, but if I were you, I’d want nothing to do with what’s going on. Bad things are coming to your father and brother, and if you get involved, I can’t promise you will make it out safely.”

His words are like ice water being injected into my veins.

What are they planning to do to Dad and Joey?

“I wish I could make that decision based on what I find, but I have a feeling you guys will find out the truth long before I do.”

If they even let me go.

His expression softens, and his eyes fill with sorrow as he heads to the door. Stepping through the open door, he says, “That’s probably for the best.”

I can’t return his sentiment because I don’t think being in the dark is beneficial.

Either Dad, Joey, and Rhett are going to tell me everything that has happened and every business they’ve purchased since the day I left, or I will go to Uncle Tony and demand he get involved.

He needs to be involved if Mom is still alive.

Mom.

My heart splits open at the thought of her faking her own death.

How could she do that? How could she leave dad and move in with the family that has caused us so many problems?

I remember hearing Mom and Dad talk about the Rossis when I was a child. I remember hearing the vile ways they tortured our family and took over our territory.

They were completely ruthless, and by the way they kidnapped me, I’d say there was definitely some truth in what I overheard.

Vinny steps in front of my chair once again. “What aren’t you telling us?”

“What do you mean?”

He wraps his hands around my wrists and pins them to the arms of the chair. “You are keeping things from us still. What else do you know?”

I try to remove his hands, but his grip only getstighter. My heart races as he steps closer, pressing his leg against mine.

“Besides personal things like when I started walking, lost my first tooth, found out what the mafia really is, and my last menstrual cycle was and the age, nothing. I was actually just remembering my mom and wondering what kind of heartless bitch could fake her own death and make her kids grow up without a mother.”

His eyes narrow as he continues to stare at me. When I don’t flinch, look away, or back down, he releases his grip on my wrists and backs up several paces.

Loud voices echo throughout the foyer as yelling and commotion at the front door gets both of our attention.

I stay seated, not wanting to give Vinny an opportunity to slap me again.

Or worse.

Vinny glares at me, but stays frozen in his spot as someone or something slams into the wall in the foyer.

I glance at the door, expecting it to bust open at any moment.

“They’re here.” Someone yells from right outside the office door.

Who’s here?

A menacing grin forms on Vinny’s face. “Well, this should be fun. Let’s stay here and see who comes through the door. The first person who walks in will be shot.”

He pulls his gun from the waistband of his pants and lays it down on the desk.

“What if it’s someone from your own team?”

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