Page 89 of Luciano (Belles & Mobsters 1)

“I thought of something,”Grace told Ella. It must have been the morning she slept in my room. She wore one of my shirts that came down her knees. She was only five foot four and although my shirt hung too big on her, it made her look like mine. Not like… she was mine.

Ella must have worn Massimo’s shirt. I guess she was his.

“What?”

“My grandmother usually holds her annual gala every year. What if we made an appearance there? My uncle usually never misses it.”

I frowned. That was today. What are those two up to?

“Yeah, I remember but what good would that do?”

“We could take him and her down there.”

They stared at each other, and I wondered what they were thinking.

“I’ll do it,”Grace spoke softly.“But that’s not going to fix our problem in full though.”

“What do you mean?”

“Even with them gone, that agreement of selling me still stands. It has been standing for centuries. Same is true for your parents’ agreement for you. My uncle might have ruined your family, but he sold that agreement to Benito King.”

“What are you saying, Grace?”

“We have to kill all the Kings.”

Cassio laughed, and my head snapped to him. It wasn’t funny. I didn’t want my wife anywhere near Marco and Benito King.

“You have to admire your wife,” Cassio murmured, a small smile still on his face. “She has guts.”

Didn’t I know it!

“Are you suicidal?”Ella raised her voice slightly.“We’d have to kill them all at the same time, otherwise they’ll hunt us down. They know how to hunt and kill, we don’t. And Grace, they wouldn’t just kill us.”

“I know. But what other way could we ensure they never got their hands on us?”I watched Grace take a deep breath and then exhale.“Gabriella, if they get their hands on us, we are dead anyhow.”

“Fuck.”

“What about Cassio and Luca King?”Ella questioned.

“What about them?”

“Well, they are the Kings too.”

Grace’s delicate brows scrunched, as if she was debating whether she would kill them too.

“I don’t know. They are Benito King’s sons, but it is like they don’t know anything about all this. We should probably kill them too.”

Cassio chuckled and tried to quickly cover it with a cough. He failed.

“What if they are innocent?” Ella questioned, her face full of fear.

“And what if they aren’t, Ella?”Did I do this to my wife? Did my actions force her to consider killing? I could see it clearly as day on her face she didn’t like the idea of killings.

“They seem close friends with your husband,”Ella murmured.“And those five men, including your husband… I don’t think we are a match for them.”

“I know. But what do we do if they decide to enforce the agreement? They are the Kings after all.”

“Jesus, we had dinner with them.”

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