Page 95 of Taming Seraphine

Fuck.

That wasn’t my question, but she’s unknowingly given me an answer and solved the mystery behind the Capello sympathizer who hired me to take out the lone gunman. It also explains who Joseph Di Marco was trying to protect.

Samson Capello.

How the hell is he still alive?

Pressure builds up behind my eyes like a kettle. I squint through the windshield at the road ahead and mentally retrace my steps.

“The second Capello son I killed was sleeping face-down on the bed. I shot him in the back of the head.”

“Did you turn him around?”

“I didn’t take the chance after having trouble with the first one.” My jaw tightens. “Nobody could survive a gunshot at such close range.”

“But if he was staying the night with his fiancée...”

She doesn’t need to complete her sentence because I’m already coming to the same conclusion. Samson must have gone home with Di Marco’s daughter or somewhere else, and let one of the guests use his room. Until now, he’s been lying low and working with his father’s lawyer to take out a contract on the man who killed his family.

“Did he see you?” I ask through clenched teeth.

“He looked right at my face,” she replies.

My gut clenches. “Did he recognize you?”

“I don’t know,” she murmurs. “Maybe. I glanced over my shoulder at him, but he was already halfway down the road.”

Reaching across the front seat, I grip her shoulder. “We’ll figure this out. I’ll keep you safe.”

A barely perceptible nod is her only response, but I can’t blame her lack of trust. After all, I assured her that the people keeping her prisoner were all dead. Now one of them not only survived, but knows she’s thriving.

I don’t remember ever having left a job with so many loose ends. Samson Capello and all the resources that come with his organization are going to be difficult to navigate.

* * *

Hours later, I’m still at her bedside, stroking her silken hair. It’s my way of assuring her she’s safe. As soon as I’m certain she’s peacefully asleep, I walk next door to Miko’s apartment. He’s usually up until the ass-crack of dawn, so I know he’ll be awake.

Miko lets me in with a grin. “Ready for that game?”

I run a hand through my hair. “No time.”

His face falls. “What’s happened?”

“Samson Capello is alive.”

“You’re joking.”

“Seraphine saw him when we were leaving the club.”

Miko shakes his head. “But you killed both twins.”

I give him a shortened version of my mistaken identity theory, and he curses. “Nobody visited the funeral house except Joseph Di Marco and his daughter,” he says. “If one of the twins had been there, I would have seen it in the security footage.”

“I expect he’s been keeping a low profile to make sure whoever killed his family didn’t know he’s still alive.”

“What are you going to do?” Miko walks across the room and settles behind one of his monitors.

Lowering myself into the gaming chair next to his, I exhale a long breath. “Finish the job I started.”

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