Page 79 of Crazed

She clenches her jaw.

"Alicia—"

"I will relay the message."

"I need Leo's permission," I state.

She nods. "Yes. You do. I will get it for you."

"You will?" I question, unable to fully put all my faith in her.

She tilts her head then reaches for my face. She tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear and calmly declares, "From now on, if you need something, you come to me. Understand?"

I don't answer.

"Do you understand me?" she repeats.

I nod, unable to find words. So many questions swirl in my mind.

How does Alicia have access to Leo?

What kind of power does she hold in the Abruzzo family?

In an eerie voice, she murmurs, "I expect an answer."

I do the only thing I can. I whisper, "Yes. I understand."

"Good. Now, get back to work." She steps down the remaining stairs, and I watch her waddle away.

I'm unsure if I should be happy she has access to Leo or not. My gut says that Tommy may be physically stronger, but I should be more frightened of the power Alicia holds.

Once again, the fact I have zero control over anything in my life blinks loud and clear. Only now, I know I'm being watched all day long by Alicia. Something about that sends new fear through me.

16

Massimo

The pitin my stomach grows, creating anger so potent inside me, I don't justwantto kill Agent Dominico.

Ineedto kill him.

It's only been fifteen minutes since I told my brothers I'd meet them in the dungeon, but the fast-forward button gave me all the information I needed. The entire five-hours' worth of footage focuses on my dolce in her brownstone. The only time the camera moves is to zoom in on her or move to the other rooms in her place.

Since the slats of her blinds are usually only halfway closed, there's plenty Dominico captured—including the other day when I had her gagged and tied up.

I curse myself for being so stupid. I'm not naive. I should have flown her miles away and taken her to a private sex club. Others could have watched, but it would have been void of possible local threats. I could have had control over who saw and who didn't, or even just told her others were watching but left the viewing room empty.

What was I thinking?

I let my dick get in the way of her safety.

But why is Dominico watching her?

Papà will get his other footage.

A new panic seeps through my bones. I shut my laptop screen, pace my office, and try to figure out how to intercept the other videos before Papà watches them.

I need to know what's on those memory cards.

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