Page 83 of Owned by the Italian Mafia Boss
I roll my shoulders to contain my rage and hurry past Gianni, down the steps to the lower floor to the security room. With a swipe of my finger, the screen taking up the entire wall lights up.
Romano’s face comes into view.
He looks tired, pale, and afraid.
He should be.
I’m going to fucking kill him.
“Carmine,” he greats, when I come to view.
I sit in the large leather chair, and Gianni sits next to me.
“What the fuck do you want? Are you so much of a coward you can’t come out of your hole and face me like a man, Romano?”
“You won’t be able to trace this call,” he says, taking a drink of what I assume is whiskey. It’s a little early for that, but I’d do the same if I were in his position. “I no longer plan to come after Delilah or you. Caleb went off the rails. I trusted him, but he went too far. He did everything I didn’t want him to do. I’m calling for a truce—”
I slam my fist against the table and stand. “You dare call me to beg for peace? After you tried to take my pregnant wife from me?”
His eyes round. “I didn’t know she was pregnant; I would never—”
“You would.” I silence him. “Ryan is proof of that.”
His gaze darkens, and the facade breaks. “He’s always been weak. He won’t be worth it to you.”
“He’s already proven himself.” I slide my eyes over to Gianni, who is trying to trace the call but shakes his head.
No luck.
“What is it that you want, Romano? I don’t have time to waste. I find this call odd and out of nowhere.”
“One of us had to reach out to the other. I might as well make the first move. In truth, I want an alliance. I want us to rule together. If we don’t, imagine how many people will be killed.”
He’s trying to save himself.
Nothing can save him from my wrath.
I laugh, then sigh. “What a desperate plea from a scared man. Never in your wildest dreams. I will hunt you, Romano. I will hunt you down for what you did to my wife, her friend, and Ryan. There is no place in the corner of this earth you will be safe from me. I will never want to work with you. I will never want to be your friend. You are calling me out of fear because you know I am stronger, have more reach, and I am capable of more than you could ever imagine. I will fucking kill you, Romano. I’ll kill you and all your men, dance on your bones, and I won’t bother to bury you. I’ll let dogs feast.”
“I’ll run forever,” Romano states. “You won’t be able to catch me.”
I glance over to Gianni, and he writes something down on a sheet of paper. Holding it up, it reads.“Located him. He’s overseas. London, to be exact. I’ll send men over now.”
I hold in my grin, not wanting to give anything away.
“I’d consider your days numbered, Romano.”
An evil grin spreads across his face, the expression of a psychopath. “I love a good chase.”
I end the call without another word, checking the call is disconnected. “You found him. You’re sure?”
“Positive. I’ve pulled up video cam footage from the traffic cameras there. He isn’t that good at hiding his tracks. He uses advanced technology. We need to make sure we get there soon, or he might catch wind of me hacking his systems.”
“I want him dead by this time tomorrow. Don’t send men. Call our contacts over there and pay whatever you need to. I want this done now. Delilah deserves peace.”
And if there is something I’ll always do, it is to give Delilah every ounce of peace this world offers.
Epilogue
