“Breakfast it is. Bring the girl down. We'll all interview her to make sure she's truly ready to go out on her own.”
Frowning, I pushed myself well into his personal bubble. Daniel stumbled back a couple steps and then caught himself, ready to fight if he had to. He lacked some of the brawn Lev and I had, but the boy made up for it in brains instead, and he was a sneaky motherfucker when push came to shove.
“No. What happens today is between the three of us. I'm not letting your bullshit undo all the fucking progress I've made this past week. She's ready to go. I opened her eyes. She's a believer after seeing all the fucked up shit her bastard uncle's been hiding. I didn't have to twist her arm an inch.”
Thank fuck for that. If Sabrina hadn't cracked, my brothers would've been riding my ass to resort to darker means, longer captivity, and all the pitch black bullshit that came with making a hostage work with us.
We weren't the good guys. I'd never had any illusions about that. Sure, there were lines the Ligiotti bastards crossed that we never would, but it didn't mean we were exempt from using blades and cages and brutal threats when there was a damned good reason.
Daniel sniffed. Lev came up behind him, and I was the first one out. My brothers followed behind me to the dining hall, where I called the servants over the intercom and told them to get the morning grub going.
Ten minutes later, after some coffee and half a plate of good eggs and salami, I was in my right mind to work this shit out. Hopefully without putting a few more bruises on the boys at my side.
“We're gonna need that interview, Anton,” Daniel said, forking food into his mouth. “Let us talk to her. Unless you can convince us she's done a full one-eighty in a week's time, we need to hear your girl with our own ears.”
Lev chuckled, taking a big bite out of a green pear. “We all have a way with women, brothers. But, tell me, Anton, since when does fucking a bitch turn her against the only family she's ever known?”
My fists hit the table hard. My brothers both jumped, and then settled back into their seats with a glare.
“The dicking didn't do shit. She wanted it. It's not goddamned mind control, and you boys are smart enough to know it,” I growled. “Sabrina's changed her mind because I showed her the fucking truth, cold and up close. I told her that all the upstanding citizens I blew to kingdom come were gutter feeding rats, and I backed it up with proof. She's gonna help us get to Gioulio one way or another.”
“Yeah? What's that? Radio collar?” The tone in Daniel's voice said he was only half-serious. We'd done the wire thing before with a few other fucks under our care.
Of course, none of those fucks were one hundredth as pretty as Sabrina. I'd never fucked any of them 'til the point of collapse. They never clawed underneath my skin neither, making me fly into a chest thumping rage whenever I thought about 'em getting skinned alive by our enemies.
Shit. I grabbed my forehead and steadied myself, wondering what the fuck she'd done to me.
No joke. If she hadn't felt so fucking good last night, virgin and all mine, I would've believed she had something up her * to poison a man's mind.
“What the fuck? Are you okay?” Lev took another bite, his big blue eyes showing brotherly concern.
“I'm fine. Look, I'm telling you she's gonna work with us. If she doesn't, you can take me out to the courtyard and put a fucking bullet in my head. And I'd deserve a whole lot worse for fucking over this family on a gut feeling.”
Daniel held out a hand. “Stop right there. I'm willing to give this crazy shit a chance because we've got no better way to get to the Italian, but you're gonna need more than guts backing this up. I've been wanting to try out my new gear anyway.”
“The bug?” I exhaled slowly. “What good's it gonna do? Yeah, we'll be able to see where she's at and what the fuck she's doing. But really, if she wants to fuck us over as soon as she's outta our grasp, it's not like we can come roaring in to deal with it. Not when she's in family territory.”
Lev folded his arms and Daniel glared at me like I'd flipped my fucking lid. Maybe I truly had. I'd fucked and unloaded in that sweet thing six or seven times last night, mere hours ago, and my cock was already throbbing the more I ate, hungry for more.
“She's not going anywhere unless D does his thing, brother. I'm not gonna fucking allow it. You know I'm right. Papa would start kindling a fire in his fucking grave from the spin if we let that bitch walk home without something on her. You believe your hunch is right. We want to believe it too. Keeping tabs on her will prove everybody's sincere. Maybe we'll even let her go without that friendly talk.”
I swallowed. Fuck, much as I didn't want to admit it, he was right. And this time, the gut feeling about sending Sabrina back had damned well better be right. If she turned tail and fucked us over, betrayed me...
She'd die. And I'd probably die in the process putting her and her twisted uncle down.