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After Lorenzo stabbed him, he started screaming like the pussy he is. The noise was grating on my nerves, so I duct-taped his lips together. That mostly shut him up, but now he’s back to screaming even though it’s muffled.

If I had to guess, he didn’t know Giovanni was out of the slammer until now.

“Take the knife out and remove the tape,” Giovanni says, his head turning and eyeing Ren on my other side.

“Do I look like I take orders from you?” Ren quips.

“Just do it,” I tell him, wanting this over and done with so I can get back, but not because I want to put eyes on the woman that better still be in my bed, or that I’m missing the feel of her body next to mine and the way my hand fits perfectly around the column of her neck as if she was molded just for me.

“Fine, but can we make this quick? My dick wants to be somewhere else,” Ren replies as he steps forward. Bending, he grabs the handle of the knife and yanks it free. Blood gushes from the wound as my brother snatches the tape from Rico’s mouth.

“You’re supposed to be in prison,” Rico spits, his muddy-brown eyes scared as they stare at Giovanni with the knowledge he isn’t leaving here alive finally sinking in.

“Am I now?” He breathes, a laugh falling from his lips. “I haven’t been inside a cell in over three years,” Giovanni announces, which is news to my ears. I did wonder exactly how long he’d been out of the pen.

“Been looking for you for the last two years.” A wicked smile ghosts my father’s friend’s face. “Was starting to think I’d never find you, Rat. Guess today was my lucky day. Now, tell us what you have going on with the Fitzgeralds.”

“I’m not telling you shit,” he hisses, a snarl curling his top lip.

Lifting his hand, Giovanni pulls out a nine-inch blade that was concealed inside his black suit jacket.

“Boys, why don’t you leave me to handle this mess. I’m sure you have better things to do today,” Giovanni says, his eyes not leaving from where Rico sits in front of us.

If the man wants to take his retribution from Romano’s flesh, I don’t have any qualms with that. I’d want to take my pleasure alone with someone if they cost me years of my life, rotting in a prison cell. Only I wouldn’t have waited that long to start looking for the person that did it. I would have started my search the same day I got out of prison.

You betray me, you die—it’s that simple.

“Let’s go, Ren,” I tell my brother as I turn, leaving Giovanni to call the shots.

CHAPTER 16

CIERA

Ididn’t wake up when Domenico’s phone made a noise from a notification, but as soon as his hand left my throat, I began to stir. Then he shoved Krishna and ordered him to get up, which in turn fully woke me up too.

He didn’t say where they were going and I didn’t expect him to, but I couldn’t get back to sleep either after they left. I hadn’t realized until a few hours ago that I’ve slept better this week than I ever have before.

In order to not dwell on that fact, I crawled out of bed and changed into the clothes I brought with me last night, then I cleaned his spotless bathroom, made his bed, and after I located his dirty clothes, I took them to the laundry room. After that, I cleaned Tony’s refrigerator and then swept and mopped a kitchen that didn’t need cleaning.

Domenico and his brother walked in to find me drying said floor and that’s when Domenico asked me what I was doing, only he used a crude word he doesn’t seem to have any qualms with dropping on a daily basis.

The only excuse I had was I was bored, which was the truth. He then told me I wasn’t the housekeeper, but before I could snap back at him, he turned and walked out. He returned ten minutes ago, freshly showered with his laptop in hand. Without speaking to me, he made himself a cup of coffee and has been sitting on a stool at the island ever since.

I was hungry, so when he came back down, I was already cooking breakfast for myself. Tony made it clear days ago that if I want food or anything else, to help myself, so that’s what I’m doing. I hadn’t planned on cooking for anyone but myself, but I can’t eat while he doesn’t. Then his brother walked in two minutes ago, followed by Sasha. Ren made them both mugs of coffee while I was plating food.

Picking one of the plates up, I slide it across the island until it reaches Domenico. His dark eyes flick to the plate, then he glances at me over the screen of his laptop, his expression masked. Turning away from him, I gaze at where Sasha is seated in the booth-style nook in the corner next to the window.

“Would either of you like something to eat? I cooked plenty,” I tell her even though that isn’t exactly true.

“Girl, I’ll eat anything you place in front of me,” she says, an excited smile gracing her lips.

“Same,” Lorenzo adds as he puts Sasha’s mug in front of her.

Turning away from all of them, I grab another plate and divide the meats between them and then fry two more eggs. When I plate the hot eggs, I pick both plates up and take them over to where they’re seated across from each other.

Once I have two more eggs cooked for myself, I plate them and tote my food and juice to the island, but instead of sitting on the stool, I stand next to Domenico. Why I chose to get this close, I don’t know, but I did and I’m not second-guessing myself like I usually do.

I’m about to cut into my fried eggs when Domenico picks up my plate before my fork reaches the porcelain. A breath later, his plate is set in its place and then he rakes my untouched eggs next to the ones he’s half eaten.

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