“’Cause Aldo Moretti told me to kill you in retribution for whatever the hell your Valentino did to piss his grandfather off.”
Brianna fought harder to pull his hand free as she stared at David’s flushed, triumphant face, trying to figure out why she thought he was Broccoli. She could see now he was nothing but undiluted poison, and he had been poison to her for four years, slowly sucking out her will to live, and she had let him.
She started dying the moment life ripped her and Tino apart.
“Just like Aldo told me to marry you to keep him in check. I don’t know what your Valentino did to make his grandfather so fucking nervous, but Aldo seems to think the only way to control him is you. I guess once you die, it’s over for both of you, and I get the life insurance as a replacement for the high-class ass the mafia handed me.”
Black spots formed in her vision, but some of the words filtered into her hazed mind. She wasn’t sure if it was a pure need for survival, or a knowing that if she died, it was going to somehow drag Tino down with her.
She fell completely limp and held her breath even though her lungs were on fire. She didn’t work out every day and perform every night without a powerful set of lungs.
David let out a shocked laugh of disbelief, as though he couldn’t believe it was that easy. His grip loosened when she landed on her ass on the bathroom tile in a pile of broken glass and wine.
She gave him about half a second to gloat in his misogynist, arrogant belief that his silly, twentysomething trophy wife would go down that effortlessly.
Then she punched him in the balls with all the strength CrossFit training five days a week had earned her. She scrambled to her feet when he doubled over, but couldn’t get out the bathroom door before he grabbed her leg. Her cheek smacked against the sink when she fell, making her vision haze out from the pain as she coughed and struggled to regain her breath after nearly being choked to death.
She kicked back in retaliation, catching him in the nose with her sneaker. David howled in response, because if there was one thing Brianna knew how to do, it was kick.
Then she jumped to her feet once more and ran out of the bathroom.
Regardless of how tired she was before, it felt as if she had just sucked down five macchiatos. She was out of the apartment and down the hallway before she heard David coming after her, but he drank too much expensive wine, ate too much rich food, and had gotten a little too thick as of late to keep up with her.
She ran past the elevator and went for the emergency stairs.
Brianna threw the door open and started taking the stairs like there was a fire on the seventeenth floor. After five flights she grabbed the railings on either side and lifted her feet. She slid all the way down like she had when she was eighteen. In a weird way, she could almost hear Tino and Carina behind her, laughing and encouraging her, because the two of them were always just as fit and prone to finding trouble in the most inconspicuous of places.
When she hit the landing, it was like she could feel the memory at her heels, motivating her, reminding her she still had something to fight for. David never had a chance to catch her. She literally glided down the last thirteen floors and then burst out into the lobby, making the doorman jump in surprise.
“Are you okay?” Greg asked, looking at her with wide eyes.
She didn’t answer, because she saw the two men standing outside, trying to look casual, but she could spot mafia from a mile away. She’d grown up around them. She’d been in love with one since she was a teenager. Tino probably wrote the rule book they were following, because she could tell these guys weren’t enforcers. They didn’t have the same chilling confidence of the mafia’s grim reapers, but they were certainly muscle sent to get a job done, and a fool with a gun could shoot her as easily as a trained killer could.
Brianna just stood there, staring at the hit men dressed in jeans and leather jackets. That was a bad sign. Usually mafia preferred suits, unless they were doing the dirty work. She knew they’d spotted her, and worse, she recognized one of them. She couldn’t place his name, but she knew she’d seen him the last time she’d visited Carina’s grandfather with her.
As crazy as it was, everything David said was true. Aldo Moretti had been part of this horrible scheme. They’d been pawns all along.
Tino’s voice from the past echoed in her consciousness.
“Anyone ever pulls a gun on you, you run, Bri. Run as fast as you can. It’s hard to hit a moving target. Trust me on this.”
Brianna glanced behind her as one of the men opened the door to her building. She knew there was no other way out, so she made the crazy decision to charge right at them. Never let it be said she didn’t have the balls of a born-and-bred New Yorker.
As she ran to the door and certain demise, she screamed.
Really loudly.