Page 43 of Corrupted Heir (Mafia Kings: Corrupted 1)

I squealed out of the parking lot, cutting in front of the slow Ford that had been inching up the street. He began honking his horn. I slammed my foot on the gas and sped past him.

“But both of you got out of there,” Leo said, his tone confused.

“That isn’t the point,” I growled.

“Then what is the point,fratello?”

“They could have killed her.”

“Hm, not good. All those wedding invitations you would have had to cancel…” He sighed a melodramatic sigh.

I opened my mouth then closed it. Who gives a fuck about wedding invitations?

I hadn’t given a single thought to the wedding, to the marriage. I’d only thought aboutherbody lying lifeless on her living room floor. Her blood on the carpet, her sapphire eyes staring unseeing at the ceiling, her lips colorless and cold.

My stomach turned, and a strange feeling shot through my chest.

“Exactly,” I lied. “They could have ruined everything, Leo. This marriage has to happen.”

Leo laughed. “So, that’s the story we’re going with, huh?”

“It’s not a story. It’s—”

“All right, all right. If you say so. What do you need?”

“There’s a store across from her apartment with a camera out front. It’s a digital feed.” I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel as I spoke.

“I’m on it,” he said. He could be a pain in the ass, but I could always count on him.

“Grazie, Leo.”

“Non c'è problema, fratello.”

I hung up the phone and dropped it onto the passenger seat. I scrubbed a hand over my face and lightly tapped my foot on the brakes.

I’d been heading in the direction of Chianti to find Tony. I’d deal with him—I had no doubt about that—but there was no way I’d make it back out alive. There was no room in my life for dumbass moves. Ruthless, always, but never stupid.

All I could do was wait for Leo to do his magic. It was one of Tony’s men, no doubt, but which one?

Twenty minutes passed, and then thirty. I was just about ready to come out of my skin by the time my phone rang.

“Did you find him?” I asked as soon as I answered the call.

“Si. I found the guy who did the shooting—Cosimo De Carlo. The asshole practically posed for the camera.” Leo chuckled. “But who told Tony about Fallon in the first place?Non lo so. I’ll keep digging.”

“Grazie, Leo. You do that. I’ll see if I can’t motivate our shooter to talk.” I was just about to hang up the phone, but Leo kept talking.

“Dom…?” he said, and then silence.

“What is it, Leo?”

“We’ve got a war coming at us. Why are you going after some lowly soldier of Nova’s?”

It was a fair question.

“It’s just something I have to do,” I said simply.

He laughed, but at least he was wise enough not to comment.

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