Page 130 of Immoral

The blood drains from Gianni's cheeks, causing the hairs on my arms to rise. Forty-two seconds pass before he states in a tone that makes me think he's doing everything possible to stay in control, "They showed you photos?"

I nod. "Yes. A huge stack."

Anger radiates from Gianni. He seethes, "They put you in an interrogation room?"

"Yes."

"And they didn't let you leave?"

I shake my head. "Not for a long time."

"What were the photos of?"

I hesitate but then say, "Dead men. A lot of dead men."

Gianni's face hardens.

"Did..." I swallow the lump in my throat. "Did you kill those men?"

He slowly inhales, squaring his shoulders. "I don't know what pictures you saw, but it's possible I did." He stares at me for a moment then asks, "What if I did? What would you think of me?"

There's no hesitation on my part. I grab his hand and reply, "Then I would say you had your reasons, and they got what they deserve."

He kisses my hand and studies me. He asks, "Were the detectives Anderson and Contray?"

"Yes."

"And who was the FBI agent?"

"He said his name was Agent Bordeaux. Have you met him before?"

Gianni sniffs hard. "No. I need to talk to Papà and see if he knows anything about him." Gianni opens his mouth then snaps it shut. He glances at the ceiling.

"Baby, what is it?"

He calmly questions, "What did you tell them?"

A tiny laugh escapes me. "What do you think?"

"I hope you told them to fuck off."

I laugh again. "I'm unsure if I used that exact phrase, but that's about right."

He gives me another kiss. "That's my girl. Thank you."

I hold his face. "Don't thank me. You're my husband. My entire world is you. My heart is you. Do you understand me?"

He nods. "Yeah, I do. Because everything you feel, I feel."

I smile. "Good. Go talk to your papà. Please have Arianna come in. I need to know what happened when I left."

He strokes the side of my head. "Okay. I'll send Arianna and then have her call for Silvio."

I peck him on the lips. "Thank you, baby. For everything, including killing him."

He grinds his molars, inhales deeply, then responds, "I'm sorry I couldn't locate him to do it sooner."

"No more sorries. Now, go get your sister, please."

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