Page 75 of Immoral

"There's no way Sean or Fiona said anything to anyone. You better watch your mouth," Dante warns.

"Okay. If it wasn't them, who else would have tipped someone off? If no one in that room told anyone, then how did the Abruzzos know where to find Gianni and Cara?"

Massimo rises and paces the room. "What about Manny and Sandro?"

"Fuck off! Don't make my guys dirty. Besides, they wouldn't have been in the car if they had tipped them off. No one wants to get shot at," I point out.

"Someone tipped the Abruzzos off. Sean and Fiona weren't even in the room when Cara mentioned it to Bridget. That leaves the five of us, Bridget and Cara. If the seven of us didn't have any conversations about where Gianni was going, then—"

"Massimo! Who were you talking to?" I demand.

He scowls. "You think I called the Abruzzos?"

I rise. "Who were you talking to when Cara and I passed you in the hallway. You were talking in Italian."

"So? Everyone in this house speaks Italian."

My heart pounds faster. "I mentioned we were going to Cara's office. Maybe the person on the other end of the line heard me. Who were you speaking with?"

Massimo clenches his jaw. He crosses his arms, walks to the window, and stares out of it.

The more time that passes without him answering, the more my rage grows. I glance at Dante, and our twin senses kick in. His eyes widen as we both realize who Massimo was probably speaking to. I count to ten before I grab him by the back of his shirt, spin him, and explode, "Who the fuck was on the other line? My wife could have died!"

Massimo sniffs hard and glances at the ceiling.

"Jesus," Dante mutters.

"It was her, wasn't it?" I bark.

His silence is all I need to know that I'm right. He was talking to the librarian he's been banging who helped that Abruzzo thug Donato kidnap my sister.

When he still doesn't answer, Papà's voice sends a chill down my spine. "You have five seconds to tell me who your brothers are referring to."

Massimo's eyes turn to slits. "They're talking about Katiya."

"Who's Ka—" Papà's color drains from his face. "Tell me it's not that librarian."

Massimo steps closer. "She's a good person. It's not her fault Donato made her give him access to the cellar. She didn't know what he was going to use it for, and she wasn't there when he brought Arianna there."

More tension thickens the air. My father, brothers, and I all study Massimo. He doesn't flinch or back away, locking eyes with Papà.

"Is your dick more important than your sister?" Papà asks with a disappointed look on his face.

Insulted, Massimo questions, "Are you seriously asking me this right now?"

"Damn right I am! How could you ever think getting involved with her would be a smart idea?"

"She doesn't have anything to do with the Abruzzos," Massimo insists.

"Bullshit! It's too coincidental. The only person outside of our trusted circle who knew we were going there is her," I accuse.

"You don't know that no one else knew. And Katiya isn't working for the Abruzzos. She hates them as much as we do."

Papà pins his eyebrows together. "Why is that? Hmm?"

Massimo shifts on his feet. He grinds his molars but doesn't answer.

"I asked a question," my father seethes.

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