Page 67 of Depths of Obsession
Renzo meets my gaze.We either choose to save Tommy’s kids or we say screw it and let the shit hit the fan.
As much as I know he hates the choices, I know he isn’t lying.Even though I want to kill this asshole, it won’t solve the issue of who the fuck hates me this much and why are they trying to destroy my life.
Renzo’s phone pinged with an incoming text message. He pulls it out of his pocket and frowns. “The auction is tonight. Ria has put our names on the guest list.”
I look at Gazzago. This sick asshole has put Pippa through hell, and I have no qualms about killing him for it. I don’t even really care about his kids. I’ve done far worse than let someone else figure out their own problems knowing it would result in their deaths. “What I can’t get around,” I say out loud, “is that this might be our only chance to find out who is behind all of this.”
Renzo rubs his face. “Fuck. I think you’re right. This is the only way. You and Pippa will go to the auction tonight. Mia and I will take Tommy and debrief him. There’s got to be some kind of clue to where his kids are. We’ll work that angle. Nico will go with you and Pippa as backup.”
“I don’t want Pippa anywhere near this,” I growl.
“Unfortunately, you don’t have a choice. She’s the only one who might remotely have a hope of knowing if the necklace is real or a fake.”
We’ll talk about this, I snarl at Renzo.
Gazzago gets to his feet. “You will get the necklace then? Save my children?”
I stare at the man who a few moments ago I was quite content to kill. “I guess it’s your lucky day, Tommy.”
“Let’s hope it’s yours,” Gazzago responds.
We start down the stairs when my phone buzzes in my pocket.
It’s a text from Rocco.Cops are here with a search warrant.
“Shit,” I say as I take the stairs two at a time. I fly out of the stairwell and into my loft, heading for my computers. I quickly start typing as I hear the elevator start to rise.
“What the hell?” Renzo says as he comes up behind me.
I don’t bother to respond. I hit the final few keystrokes and then turn off the screens. “The cops are here with a search warrant,” I say.
Renzo stares at me mouth open. This is a shock to both of us which isn’t good. It means that somehow none of our people infiltrating the department didn’t reach out to us.
“Is it real?” Renzo asks. “Or do you think it’s some kind of magickal shit.”
Before I can answer, the elevator comes to a stop and a group of men and women file out. Some are police, some are Carabinieri,and some have the letters FBI on their windbreakers.
I don’t need to reply to Renzo’s question. The new arrivals prove it’s real enough.
Son of a bitch.
CHAPTER 22
“How did you get that scar on your head?” Mia asks as we sit on the plush sofa in my suite at the Four Seasons, in the heart of Milano. The suite is lavish, with heavy mahogany furniture, a chandelier that sparkles above, and floor-to-ceiling windows that let in the golden hues of the setting sun. Mia insisted we get the best suite available, reasoning that if proper honeymoon wasn’t possible right now, this was the next best thing.
“Scar?” I touch my forehead instinctively. “You can see that? I thought it was gone.” I had forgotten about it entirely.
“It’s very faint, but it’s new,” Mia points out, her brows drawing together.
I sigh, settling deeper into the sofa cushions. “I got it when that guy—the one who looks like Luca—took me and Luna hostage in the car.”
Mia’s eyes widen in shock. “What? Hold on. When did this happen? What happened? I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about it. I’ll kill Renzo for not telling me.”
I laugh, a bit shakily. “Yeah, well, a lot has been going on.” I take a deep breath, then proceed to tell her everything that happened. The words come out in a rush, each memory sharp, the fear still making my heart race. “It was so fucking scary. God bless Rafe and Tony for teaching us what to do.” My voice trembles, and I reach for Mia's arm, squeezing it for comfort. “I’m so sorry about them. What my father did…” My voice breaks on the tears welling in my eyes.
Mia gives me a small, reassuring smile. “It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault.” She pauses, her eyes softening. “And I feel I owe you an apology about the whole vampire thing. I wanted to tell you, but it’s not something I could just blurt out. Now that you know about the magick realm—and that’s magick with a k—and all the creatures that exist, it’s such a relief. I’ve been dying to talk about it with you.”
I blink, overwhelmed with a mix of emotions. “Honestly, I’m glad you didn’t just tell me. I wouldn’t have believed you,” I admit, shaking my head. “I’m still trying to wrap my head around it all. Vampires… It’s just so “Twilight Zone”.”
