Page 41 of Bratva Knight

“Mr Bianchi?” I pushed, staring the man down.

He had a slim frame and dark brown eyes that were glaring at me like I’d just gravelly insulted him by addressing him.

“What?” he barked in a tone filled with contempt. I had to work hard not to leap across the table and shove my knife down his throat.

“You visited some of the cash houses raided by Franco, correct?”

“So? Lots of us did. It’s our job.” He muttered something under his breath in Italian and Nikolai growled behind me.

I wasn’t fluent in Italian, so I had no idea what he said, but based on the anger I could feel radiating from Nikolai, it wasn’t anything good.

“Yes, it is your job. And surely you can admit how strange it is that Franco has been able to find the locations of those houses within hours of their set-up?”

“I don’t have to admit a damn thing, and I certainly don’t have to sit here and be questioned byyou,” he sneered, jumping to his feet.

Vincenzo snapped to attention like a dog who just heard the word “treat”, his whole body stiffening. He stepped forward, as if preparing to intervene.

I stood, holding a hand up to stop him. “That’s fine. If you want to leave, you’re welcome to.”

He gave me a smug look, like he’d just won some battle between us.

I turned to Vincenzo. “Are you able to inform Arturo that Rocco Bianchi is unwilling to answer my questions, please?”

Vincenzo smirked, bowing his head slightly. “Of course, Miss Andreeva.” He managed to make it one step before Rocco spoke, his voice laced with panic.

“Wait! No. Don’t.” He huffed out an annoyed breath before plopping back into his seat.

“Fantastic,” I said brightly, making my way around the table, my finger dragging along the surface behind me as I walked. “Can you tell me what exactly your duties are at the cash houses?”

“It’s my job to collect the cash from the dealers and drop it at the houses. I’m barely in there for longer than ten minutes.”

“I see. And how many dealers are you responsible for?”

“I handle the lower east side. So roughly twenty to twenty-five dealers.”

“You meet with them all personally?”

“Yes.”

“How often?”

“Once a week.”

“At the same place? Same time?”

“Yes.”

I nodded, hopping up onto the table to sit down. I’d changed into a different outfit before leaving the apartment, since my scuffle with Nikolai had left me soaking wet. In more places than one.

But I wasn’t going to think about that because if I did, I wouldn’t be able to focus. It was hard enough being in the same room with him, feeling his eyes follow me wherever I went.

Even though the black pencil skirt I was now wearing went down to my knees, it still drew Rocco’s attention when I crossed my legs, his eyes snapping to my calves and back.

“So it’s safe to say you have a bit of a routine?”

“Uh..yeah, I guess.”

“Have you ever noticed anyone following you while you’re doing your collections?”

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