Chapter 16
I tap my fingers lightly on the steering wheel as my car rumbles on. My evening had been the least to say, quite interesting. After paying Bruni Santos a visit, I can finally relax. I can forgive him now, because now he won’t dare lay a hand on my siren ever in his life. If he did, then he would just pay with his life. I don’t give repetitive warnings.
He passed out at sixty lashes and so that cut short our little date. He was still breathing at the time. I did make sure to call an ambulance for him. I was being kind. Nicole
Salvatore seems like the kind of woman that could be traumatized if she knows that
someone she knew was killed because of her. Not like it would have been her fault in any way. It would have been my decision, yet I know she’s the type.
It’s past midnight when I leave her house, and the darkness is beautiful. Coupled with watching my baby sleep, I am less anxious than I was earlier this morning. She had a very peaceful expression on her face, that is until she woke up, scared. I grin. She’s fucking entertaining.
The engine of my Jaguar hums in the quiet and my mind drifts.
Her eyes. They are so full of life. So descriptive. They’re like a window to her mind. And I want to swim in it. Fucking beautiful. Did beauty like that exist?
It must, because I was staring right at it a couple of minutes ago.
She had come looking for me. She had noticed that I was in her house. She’d known when the men were there the other day. How she notices even when I was very stealthy still baffles me. The men had been very clumsy. They didn’t need stealth. The plan had been to hurl José Salvatore out of the house and bring him to me. They didn’t need stealth. But I have been told that I can sneak into a snail’s shell and out without the damn gastropod knowing, yet Nicole knows every single time.
I won’t hear anything else. I have to keep her.
It had been fun, the little hide and seek we’d had. Only she was slow. She couldn’t catch me. Not like I would have let her. This is not the time to present myself, yet nothing will stop me from seeing her, from moving her hair from her face while she slept so I could get a better view of her face.
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She hadn’t noticed that.
Before she began to stir in sleep, I had watched her lie on her bed, gracelessly slumped over the bed in tiredness, yet she was the most gorgeous thing I had ever set my eyes on. Her face had the calmest expression and it took all my willpower to not go over to her bed, pull her up and coax her eyes open so I could stare into those sapphire blue pools of hers. I only stopped at moving feathery light tendrils of her hair from her face. Because I
had to see that face.
I turn the corner on the next intersection and soon, I am driving on the open highway. I crank up the speed. My windows are down and the air whips at my face. I pull the rubber from my hair and curly locks fall to my face. The loose curls bounce with the breeze.
I massage my neck to reduce the tension in it. Stress. And on top of that I know I’ll only
get a couple of hours of sleep tonight. There’s more to be done today.
Nicole has finally contacted her brother. The coward has finally responded to her calls. I heard the conversation between them earlier and I know that José Salvatore got a whiff of
our plans and ran away deliberately. But now that he has contacted his sister, it is time to
act. Our men already surround her house. Her house has our bugs placed in the most
inconspicuous places to avoid detection. If she sneezes, we will know. But I’m not willing
to act just yet. I feel like I should watch her some more. Have her to myself some more,
before I concentrate on her brother and dealing squarely with him; before doing my job as
the Underboss of the Mazza and doing what is right. Before taking retribution on the enemies of my family.
I blow out a breath as I step on the gas.
I’ll give Nicole Salvatore one more day.
