Page 60 of Samson

“That’s not really what I need either.”

“Must you drag this conversation on? I’m tired, and I want to go to bed.”

“I want to know Samson’s weakness.”

She shrugged. “Women, booze, rich food. Take your pick. His life is full of overindulgences to choose from.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

“I’m not going to help you hurt him.”

“You misunderstand. I don’t want to hurt him. All I want is to scare him. I need to show him it’s not worth his while.”

“And you think I know how you can do that?”

“I’m hoping he mentioned something. Or if not, you could spend some more time with him. It could be something small. No one is completely invincible.”

“I’m not getting involved in this.” She went to the door and opened it. “If you want to know his weaknesses, you can ask him yourself.”

Marc looked at Luca, who sat forward in the chair, clasping his hands together. “I know you’ve got a thing for him,” Luca said.

“Excuse me?”

“I could see it. Why else would you leave with him? He trusts you. If he didn’t tell you anything tonight, you need to try again.”

“You think that’s why I don’t want to say anything? Because I like him?”

“I think you’re a generous person who cares about others. Marc’s not going to hurt him. He just needs him to leave us all alone. It’s a win-win. He’ll back off, and we all stay safe. Please. Do it for me if for no other reason.”

“If you want me to leave you alone,” Marc said. “You’re going to have to give me something. Otherwise, I can make both your lives a living hell, and don’t think I won’t.”

Delilah licked her lips. She didn’t owe Samson any loyalty, but that didn’t make it right. But she also knew that, if she didn’t give Marc an answer, he’d be good to his word. He could ruin Luca.

“If I tell you and then find out Samson’s hurt,” she said. “I’ll go to the cops. I swear.”

“So you do have something?” Marc said.

“Promise me.”

“I promise. I won’t hurt one hair on his head.”

“And then you can go and never come here again. Luca’s off limits after this. No more favors.”

“That’s a lot to ask.”

“Do you want to know Samson’s weakness or not?”

Marc looked at Luca. “You could learn a thing or two about doing business from your cousin.”

“He does fine on his own,” she said. “And he’ll do a lot better when you’re out of the picture.”

“Okay, you’ve got yourself a deal. Tell me what you’ve got.”

“He said he has no skill with knives.”

“Knives?”

“That’s what he said. Any other weapon he can handle, but knives and swords he said he’s terrible with. That’s the best I can do for you.”

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