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It didn’t seem like a bad idea at the time. So I did what I thought best. My life, whether I liked it or not, was deeply intertwined with Federico’s.
And though we weren’t in love, though there was nothing traditional about it, I still didn’t want him coming home hurt. Didn’t want him suffering.
Maybe if I knew what was happening, I would know how to help.
So, I followed.
Only when the main door banged shut behind him did I rush down the stairs and peer out the curtains. He was waiting for his car.
In that time, I called an Uber. I made my way out through the side door, keeping to the shadows. I waited along the boundary wall of the mansion and saw his car exit the main gates, turn left.
And that’s when my Uber arrived.
I got in without thinking and asked the driver to follow.
Chapter 11 - Federico
I punched Vincent Esposito right beneath his nose. His head snapped back, and blood spattered down his face, across my shirt.
He howled in pain, wheezing to catch his breath.
I thought he would break, but the way he looked at me next, with defiance and scorn despite his swollen face, told me this was going nowhere.
“I’m going to ask you one more time,” I growled. “Where is Salvatore?”
Vincent spat a mouthful of blood onto the concrete floor right next to my feet. “Fuck you, Lebedev.”
Behind me, Dante hissed. He’d called me an hour ago in excitement. Our men had grabbed Vincent Esposito outside a strip club in Lincoln Park. Told me they were taking him to a storage facility where his screams wouldn’t be heard.
Vincent was important. A breakthrough. It wasn’t every day we got our hands on the right-hand man to Don Salvatore Esposito himself.
And I had a score to settle with Don Esposito. We all did. He’d helped that bastard Ricardo move against my brother-in-law, Gastone. His family kidnapped my sister Elena and Gastone, leaving scars none of us would forget.
And then? After we rescued them? The Espositos took it one step further. They had been attacking us, left, right, and centre.
They didn’t just cross a line. They shattered any hope to begin with.
All because the Espositos vied for our power. Wanted to break us down.
I couldn’t let that happen, could I?
“You know, Vincent,” I said, circling his chair. “You’re loyal. I’ll give you that. But are you willing to lose your life to protect Salvatore?”
I nodded at Dante, who stepped forward with a car battery and jumper cables. Vincent’s eyes widened in fear. It was proof we were on the right track.
“I figured you’re smart enough to realize that loyalty has its limits,” I continued, watching as Dante attached one clamp to Vincent’s metal chair. “And I think we’re about to find yours.”
“You’re wasting your time,” Vincent rasped. “Kill me if you want. I’ll never—”
I slammed my fist into his jaw, cutting off his words. “The Espositos declared war on my family. Your Don sent men to kill my brother-in-law. To take my sister. And for what? You think I give a fuck about your silence when my family’s safety is at stake?”
Vincent laughed like a madman. “Heard you got married, Federico.”
My blood turned to ice. I knew a threat when I heard one.
“What did you just say?”
His split lip curled into a smile. “Autumn, right? Blonde. Beautiful. We’ve been watching her. Pretty girl. Don’t you think?”
