Page 68 of Dirty Mafia Torment
But now I do.
There’s shouting. Security swarming and hands grabbing. Camilla’s voice cuts through the chaos. “Fina!”
We’re escorted away.
Out of the balcony.
Out of the club.
Away from the man I hoped to never see again.
RENZO
You promise-wrecker.
I roll to my side, wondering why my mind’s fucking with me. I made my peace, healed a wound that finally scabbed over, only to wake up feeling like it had suddenly bust open again. Booze, drugs, sex aren’t to blame—I celebrated Vito Cardini’s kill without falling back on destructive habits.
With a groan, I glance around. The club’s quiet, and I’m completely alone in the VIP room. Fuck, the adrenaline had me soaring all night, then crashing like a child thrown into sleep, numb and blind to everything around me.
I sit up, my foot kicking an empty bottle, cheek stinging, while I shake off the buzz kill, then head downstairs to the bar for a much-needed caffeine fix.
Dante’s already there.
“Espresso,” I rasp.
The bartender gets to work. Dante looks me over and chuckles. “You look like I feel.”
I grunt.
“Damn,” Dante chuckles. “Was decapitating Cardini what you meant by giving the Eleven something else to think about?”
Christ, he’s still celebrating? Wants all the gory details, does he?
The bartender places a small cup before me. I stir in two sugar cubes, then take a sip, sighing after the caffeine hits my tongue. “It worked,” I finally say.
“But no chain saw?” Dante teases.
“I don’t know if I’ve got the stomach to rehash all the minute details.”
“I asked Luciano to handle matters.” He smirks. “Still, you had to be the one to doit.”
“Off Vito? Fuck yeah.”
“Luciano will be pissed.”
“Send him the video. He’ll be less pissed.”
I expect satisfaction to settle in, but instead my thoughts crawl back to the blonde. Like she never really left.
Go fuck yourself twice—all the way back to Rhode Island.
She knew who I was. Knew my name. And still came at me like I was a nobody. Like I was worse than nothing. “You see an angry blonde in a short dress exit the VIP room last night?”
“I was occupied.”
I laugh. Sex is like air for this asshole. “Bianca’s easy on the eyes.”
My comment’s met with silence.
