Page 141 of Crazed

Papà pats him on the back then takes his glass. He refills it then hands it to him. "Thanks. We owe you. I'll call the attorney to meet Massimo over there."

Tully's lips twitch. "What are friends for if you can't intercept an Abruzzo. Right, Massimo?" He smirks at me, making it loud and clear that I owe him.

There's no point in stretching this out. I demand, "What do you want?"

He shrugs. "Not sure yet. But I'll let you know." He winks at me.

I refrain from groaning. I open and close my fists at my side then reply, "Fine. Now, where's Katiya's money?"

A few moments pass. Tully gives me his arrogant grin, and more tension mounts.

"Tully—"

"Calm down," he reprimands, reaching behind his coat and pulling a thick yellow envelope out of his back pocket. He hands it to me.

I open it up. It's all one hundred bills but still less than what Katiya should have gotten. I blurt out, "You seem to have forgotten the majority of it."

Tully sticks his chest out. "Nah. I think the favor you owe me, along with what you think is missing, is more than fair...considering I lost an undercover man to save your ass tonight."

"This is Katiya's money, not mine," I seethe.

"Well, since you're married now, it's both yours, right?" Papà interjects, arching his eyebrows in a challenge.

"Married? Did I miss my invite?" Tully questions.

"No. My sons seem to think our family traditions don't apply to them," Papà answers, and I can't help but hear the hurt in his voice. Gianni and Cara's nuptials without my father present didn't go over so well. I guess mine are no different.

"What a shame. I love a good Marino wedding," Tully replies.

My blood boils, but there's nothing I can do. I owe Tully, and there's no way I'm getting more money from the ring.

"What did your bride expect to get for the ring?" Tully questions.

I shift on my feet, not answering him. Katiya and I never discussed figures.

Tully's face lights up. "Ah. She has no idea what it was worth, does she?"

I stay silent, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of being correct but unable to deny it. I only lie when it's necessary, and this isn't. Plus, I imagine what Tully didn't pay for the ring doesn't cover the cost of him replacing his man.

Tully chuckles. "Give your bride the money. She'll be more than happy to have that cash."

"We done here?" I ask Papà, tired of this entire scenario.

He assesses me then responds, "For now. We'll talk more later."

"Looking forward to it," I mutter, then swallow my pride and tell Tully, "Thank you for taking care of the situation."

He nods, and I leave.

My phone rings. I pick it up, ignoring the heated conversation between Tristano, Pina, and Dante, going straight to our suite. I answer, knowing what's coming, "Jenifer. Everything okay?"

"The FBI is here. They have a search warrant," she frets.

"Let them do their jobs. I'll be there in a few moments."

Before I open the bedroom door, I stand against the wall and close my eyes, trying to get a handle on everything that's happened. No matter how much I attempt to calm my quivering insides, the rage only grows.

Leo's gone too far. He was a dead man before he tried to set me up with the FBI. Now, there's a silver lining in his actions.

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