Page 46 of Inescapable Ties
“But we’re not done yet.”
“What?”
I pointed to the graveyard, lifetimes of history waiting for us.
“Seriously?” he said.
“Seriously.”
Chapter twenty-three
Emilio
Exploringtheabandonedhousehad been cool. I could see why Luciana liked it - getting to peek into a life that hadn’t been seen in years. But a graveyard? Fuck. If ghosts existed, they would haunt my ass for all the horrible shit I did.
“Fine,” I said to Luciana. “Let’s go.”
I grasped her hand and guided her down the hillside, carefully choosing a path that would keep her steady and prevent any slips on the uneven terrain. We made our way towards the gravestones, while I paid careful attention to each step we took.
“This is awesome,” Luciana said, pulling out her camera. “Probably one of the best things I’ve seen while exploring.”
“Feels like we’re treading on someone else’s story,” I muttered, staring at the graves, some worn away to the point where the etchings were illegible.
I followed Luciana as she walked through the graveyard, her camera getting footage of all the people that had seemingly been forgotten.
As we ventured deeper into the graveyard, Luciana stumbled upon an ornate gravestone, distinct from the rest. The stone was in surprisingly good condition, and the etchings remained clear. It bore the inscription ‘Abigail Pearce 1802-1826’.
“This one is a lot nicer than the rest,” I noted.
“Yeah. Abigail probably comes out at night to clean it,” Luciana shot me an evil grin.
“Very funny, Ja-“ I started, but something interrupted me by brushing on the back of my neck. “What the fuck?!”
She walked up to me, cackling. Luciana wrapped her right arm around my neck and gently moved something off. “It was a leaf. Big bad Emilio, comes home covered in blood but can’t walk through a graveyard.”
I silenced her with a kiss, not wanting to hear any more of her teasing. She eagerly leaned into it, letting out a happy sigh as I deepened the kiss.
Luciana looked so hot in the moonlight. I needed to control myself, or I would end up lifting her against this gravestone and fucking her until she couldn’t stand, or the gravestone crumbled beneath us.
I reluctantly pulled away from her. “Let’s go home. You have enough footage to make ten videos.”
Finding out who had torched the warehouse had been a slow and laborious process. After much persuasion (two hours of me torturing him with a screwdriver) Alberto had finally given us a name. Jorge. All Alberto knew was that Jorge worked under the man who initiated the operation.
I had to give Alberto credit, though. Not many could withstand my methods for as long as he did. I could admit it was impressive.
It took us an embarrassingly long time to track down the correct Jorge after we were given the name. There were thousands in New York, and we couldn’t just kill who we thought it could be. It would attract unwanted attention.
We had finally tracked down the right man. There was intel he was hiding out in an old warehouse outside of NYC. So, Ettore, Vincenzo, Felix, Rocco and I had piled in a van and were on our way to have a littlechatwith him.
“You should have let me sit in the front,” Felix complained. “You know I get carsick.”
“If you throw up back there, you’ll be using your tongue to clean it,” I responded.
I had seen Felix murder a man and his family without batting an eye, but here he was complaining about a tummy ache.
“We’re almost there.” His twin brother, Rocco, was more understanding.
“Here we are,” I said, turning down a seemingly abandoned dirt road.
