Mafiosa (Blood for Blood #3)

‘Dom?’ she asked.

I had come to discover that Dom didn’t speak all that much before 11 a.m. It was a delightful Falcone fact. He held up four fingers.

‘Four,’ said Gino for him.

‘Nic?’

‘Three. Double bacon, please.’

‘CJ?’

‘Three,’ CJ said, glancing at Nic. ‘And double bacon too, please.’ Dom had caught CJ trying to drive his car the other night and had nearly slapped him into the next state, so CJ had temporarily directed his hero worship to Nic.

I slurped another spoonful down, barely tasting it. I had only been up a few hours, but I was exhausted already. My shoulder was throbbing dully, my eyelids were heavy from the painkillers and I could feel Felice staring at me across the table.

‘Sophie?’ she asked after another beat.

‘No, thank you.’

‘Where’s Valentino?’ asked Gino. ‘He’s usually up early on Saturdays.’

‘With his brother,’ said Felice.

Dom rolled his eyes. ‘Valentino is probably helping Luca turn into an actual punching bag so he can beat the shit into himself in a more efficient way.’

Felice snorted, then dipped into his cup to hide his amusement.

‘Leave him alone,’ I chided Dom. ‘You weren’t there.’

‘Eh, yeah, because I’m not a stupid teenager who gets off on drinking spiked punch and playing dress-up at the local high school.’

‘You also weren’t invited,’ Nic pointed out. ‘Because girls find your hair gel repulsive.’

It was my turn to laugh. Nic exchanged an appreciative glance with me. CJ bit back his smile. He wasn’t ready to go full Judas on Dom yet.

‘That’s hilarious,’ said Dom, not smiling remotely. ‘Almost as hilarious as Sophie inviting Luca and not you, the person who’s still desperately trying to screw her.’

I spat out my next spoonful.

‘Dominico!’ Elena shrieked, whirling around. ‘You will not speak like that in this house. And certainly not in front of the younger children.’

‘I’m not a child,’ CJ snapped.

Nic fired his fork at Dom, catching him in the side of the face. Their chairs screeched back at the same time, both of them lunging across the table at each other. Gino grabbed Nic by the waist and spun him around, away from Dom. I was on my feet, too, swatting Dom’s hands back across the table. ‘Sit down, you moron.’

‘He could have cut my eye out!’

‘And you would have deserved it,’ Elena snapped. ‘Have I raised a pack of wolves?’ She threw her hands up at the ceiling. ‘Ti prego, Dio, dammi la forza!’

Felice remained where he was, smirking and sipping. I half wished Nic’s fork had missed Dom and embedded itself in his uncle’s face instead. How could no one see how much of a snake this guy was?

‘Relax,’ said Dom, sitting back down. ‘I was just saying.’

‘Sophie didn’t invite Luca,’ said Nic. ‘He went to keep an eye on her.’

‘And good thing too,’ said Gino. ‘Otherwise she’d be toast.’

‘Luca would be toast,’ Nic clarified. ‘It was Sophie who disarmed Zola.’

‘But didn’t choose to kill her,’ Felice finally weighed in.

I didn’t break his stare. ‘The circumstances were too complicated, Felice.’

‘Is that right?’

Elena turned around again, her voice weaving with the crackle of grease on the frying pan. ‘Did you have something to say, Felice? Perhaps you should be direct about it.’

Felice offered her his shark grin. ‘I was merely pointing out that regardless of who subdued Zola Marino, Luca or Persephone should have killed her while they had the chance. That woman will have been released on bail by now, and we all know she’s a loose cannon. Showing up to a high school dance full of innocent teenagers and discharging her gun can certainly attest to that.’ He sat back in his chair, his fingers drumming a steady beat on the table. When no one said anything, he repeated himself. ‘Luca should have handled it.’

Elena pointed her knife at Felice, swirling it around in the air as she circled his head. ‘You think he should have shot Zola and been taken away in handcuffs for it, and locked up for the rest of his life?’

Felice shrugged. ‘Who’s to say what would have happened?’

‘Common sense,’ Nic answered. ‘The police were everywhere. Jack and Donata didn’t even stick around, and she’s their family. Luca would have been dragged to prison for it.’

‘Making one less active member of this family,’ said Dom tightly.

‘And one less person in your way to the top,’ I added.

Felice’s eyes widened just a fraction.

The others fell silent.

‘Careful,’ he said, baring his teeth at me.





CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE


TRUCE




I was sitting in the library, my feet on the coffee table, when Luca swung the door open and let himself in. All the others had gone out for the afternoon, so I hadn’t expected to see him any time soon.

‘Hey.’ I set my phone down, pausing the intense gif-only conversation I was having with Millie. I tried to sit up, but my movements were more laboured than usual and it took twice as long.

‘Hi,’ he said, looking me up and down, his gaze lingering on my bandaged shoulder even though it was covered by an oversized hoodie.

‘Stop checking me out, Luca. I’m not looking my best.’

He leant against the arm of the chair beside me and his aftershave rolled over me. I tried not to be sucked into memories of secret moments and stolen kisses. ‘How are you?’ he asked.

‘Oh, you know, not dead,’ I said, looking up at him. ‘So that’s something at least.’

He didn’t laugh. His usually bright eyes were wired with red, the skin under them rimmed in dark circles. His hair was messy and swept away from his face, and the grey sweater he wore was creased around the neck. And yet, despite everything, he still looked like he had just tumbled out of a GUESS commercial.

‘Not funny,’ he said, decidedly. ‘Not funny at all.’

I straightened up, released a sigh. ‘Where have you been? I haven’t seen you since last night.’ You know, since we nearly died together in that corridor.

He raked a hand through his hair. ‘Talking with Valentino. Coming up with a way to end all of this for good.’

‘What do you mean?’ I asked.

‘I’ve been in the city all morning, trying to get a message to the Marinos. We’re scheduling a peace talk for next week.’

‘A peace talk? What are you, two warring countries?’

‘We may as well be,’ Luca said seriously. ‘We’re going to call a truce.’

‘A truce?’ I repeated. ‘Just like that, it’s decided? I thought you and Valentino were just discussing that possibility.’

‘We were discussing it,’ Luca said, nonplussed. ‘And now we’re done discussing it. The decision has been made.’

I blinked at him, incredulity filling me up. ‘Without the rest of us?’

He tilted his head. ‘It was our decision to make.’

I got to my feet. ‘You’re kidding, right? I can’t believe you did this behind my back.’

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