Page 117 of Bellini Born
“Not sure what’s so fucking funny about this whole thing,” I snarled.
“Sorry. It’s just that I was thinking about how you and Gabi are definitely related.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Well, after making sure to let me know that if you want something done right, you should send in a woman, she informed me that she not only tied Nikolai up once she got him into bed, but she cut off his dick. Though, unlike you, she took things a step further and shoved it down his throat and held his mouth closed until he choked on it. Guess she was a little less than impressed that the man had tried to kill Summer.”
“Jesus,” I muttered. “Maybe we should put her on the payroll.”
“Yeah, sure.” Enzo scoffed. “I’m sure Silvio would justloveto hear his little princess is your newest hired assassin.”
I cringed. “Probably not. Relay that she has my deepest gratitude and that I owe her a no-limits shopping spree with Summer after we get this whole mess squared away.”
“You want me to handle this?” He was asking if I wanted him to take out the Russians before my return.
Shaking my head, I replied, “No. If we’re planning to cut off the head of the snake, I should be the one to do it.”
“When should I prepare for your arrival?”
I flipped my wrist over to check my watch. It was already after three in the afternoon. The private airstrip was over an hour’s drive away, and that didn’t take into account logging flight plans and making sure the pilot was ready to go.
A heavy sigh rattled my chest. I was itching to obliterate these Russian bastards and hated sitting on my hands while they celebrated, thinking they’d bested me.
“We’ll leave first thing in the morning. That should have us landing in Chicago sometime around noon.”
“I’ll make the necessary arrangements on my end,” Enzo said.
“Good. We’ll see you tomorrow.”
I was halfway to hanging up when his words halted me. “One more thing.”
“What?” The pressure mounting behind my eyes increased. As it stood, I’d spend our last night in Italy warding off a migraine.
There was a beat of hesitation on the other end of the line. “I need you to sign off on sending a security team to Indianapolis.”
I frowned. “And why would I do that?”
Enzo blew out a breath. “For Gemma and her husband.”
“Her fuckingwhat?“ I shouted, my eyes bulging.
Not like I had any room to cast stones. Summer and I tied the knot quickly and quietly. So quietly, in fact, that Enzo didn’t even know about it. Though he would soon enough, and I was more than happy to delay whatever earful I was bound to get from my cousin—even if only for the next twenty-four hours.
“Trust me, took me completely by surprise too. You know how she feels about marriage.”
Yeah, I did. She made it no secret that she was not at all interested in being legally bound to a man, especially if that man was involved in any kind of mafia dealings. She’d made it crystal clear she wanted no part of the world we’d been born into. Hell, that’s why she had begged Gio to let her disappear and start a new life.
Stunned, I dared to ask, “Who the hell did she marry?”
“Remember that video I showed you of her losing her shit on the hockey player at the DMV?”
I huffed out a disbelieving laugh. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
“Guess it’s true what they say about there being a thin line between love and hate.”
My mind was swimming, trying to process all this information. “Okay, but I still don’t understand. The guy’s rich. Can’t he pay for private security?”
“Technically, yes . . .” His voice trailed off.
