Page 85 of Twisted Obsession

‘Although, I’ve seen him with a couple of other interesting women over the past few days.’

‘So, it’s just Gerit he can’t fuck?’ I squeezed my eyes shut tight as I tried hard to concentrate on just what he was imparting.

‘Possible. But it’s surprising what Ricco spills when he’s watching his wife getting fucked with a strap on by another woman.’

‘And don’t tell me—the other woman was Grace?’

‘The one and only.’ I could literally hear the grin spreading over his face.

‘And?’ I questioned impatiently.

‘Firstly, she planted a tracker on him, something I’d not managed to do.’

‘Where?’

‘In those ill thought out, patent Brogues he loves so much.’

‘Good choice,’ I responded and then laughed thinking of his bad taste in footwear, and the din they always made when he walked.

‘And, Boss, even better than that is, in my hand I’m holding a recording of Ricco speaking to someone on the phone. Luckily, Gerit stops moaning just at the part when he says “I’m fucking them over from the inside out and taking back the money that’s rightfully ours. It’s time for you to apply pressure from your end…”’

‘Pressure? Any idea who the fuck he’s talking to?’

‘Nope, but I’ve had the call traced back to Calabria.’

‘Fuck! And you’ve spoken of this to…?’

‘No one, Dante. You know me better than that.’

‘I do—But I know questions will be asked… You’ve done well, Marco, thanks.’

‘Boss.’

‘Make sure Grace is well paid and get rid of her.’

‘Any preference as to where?’

‘Somewhere out of everyone’s reach. Somewhere she can’t be found for at least the next couple of months.’

‘And if she’s reluctant?’

‘You know the drill, Marco. If she refuses to go off grid for a while—then make her departure permanent.’

‘Consider it done. One more thing, Dante… Something else that intrigued me. Ricco also said about a main prize that had felt so very nearly out of reach in Rome had arrived in Malta, yesterday. Any ideas? I know no drugs have arrived.’

I opened my eyes wide and turned fast to stare at the door between us.

‘And Grace got this recording to you when?’ I hurriedly questioned.

‘An hour ago.’

Unconsciously, I touched the closed door between myself and Giovanna as fear swept through me.

‘No ideas, as yet,’ I lied, before taking a few seconds to think over the change in my circumstances. ‘Send copies of the falsified casino books to Salvatore and get a couple of the men to bring me over the recording you’ve got and get a few hours’ sleep. Shit is about to hit the fan.’

‘And you can get back to your virgin, Dante,’ he laughed at the standing joke between us.

‘It’s no fucking virgin, Marco.’

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