STOLEN || 18+ (Monsters #3)

.53. Dealt with

. . .

Fabiano.

She sat down on the chair beside me and Giovanni sat across from us. We were on the balcony of a cafe that overlooked the street below. The sun was falling, the night slowly creeping into the sky.

We had explored today. Basically, Giovanni and I watched Leyla lose her shit at different museums and stand and stare at David with her mouth open just a little.

"It's so pretty!" She had whispered to me, her eyes fixed on the sculpture.

Giovanni had taken pictures. I wasn't aware he had bought his camera but he had clicked at least a hundred pictures today. All of them of Leyla who had blushed almost every time he pointed the camera at her.

Leyla watched the sunset, her palm under her chin. "I love this place."

Giovanni pointed the camera at her. She smiled as he took another picture.

"More than Rome?" I asked.

She shrugged. "Maybe."

We could shift here. We had enough property here and the Underboss here could go to Rome.

A thing to consider after Cassian and the Camorra was dead.

She looked at us after the sun was completely down and the light colours of the sky had melted into the darkness. "You said I could ask questions."

Giovanni met my eyes. "What have you figured out already?" He looked at her.

She told us.

"Yes," I said. "Ryder is Cassian. He lied to you." We saw his pictures on her phone. The similarities were too many for Ryder to be anyone else but Cassian.

"You...took me from him?"

"You were never his," Giovanni said easily. "But yes, we stole you from him and we'd do it all over again."

"Miss Summers..."

"Was killed by Cassian," I told her. "He has five brothers. He and two others are assassins and the other two are too young."

One was three and the other was five as far as I knew.

"Oh." She sat back in her chair. "Olivia said some things about...Carla. I'd like you to tell me more if you want?"

Giovanni hummed. "Alright. Carla Valentino is our half-sister. She's about ten years younger. She was...kidnapped when we - Dante, Fabi and I - were given to someone by our mother because she thought we needed to toughen up," he gritted out. "We were sixteen back then. We got out when we were eighteen. We came back and found Carla gone. We didn't hear anything about her for years."

"Then, a year back, we found a videotape of...your father beating her to death. Your father and the six men who assaulted you are involved in sex trafficking," I said.

She frowned, worrying her bottom lip.

"She's alive," Giovanni said. "We found out a few weeks back."

Her eyes widened. "Where is she?"

"Spain," I said. We had found out a few days back. "She's in Spain. Under the wing of the Spanish Capo." That old fuck was the Spanish capo. Taking her from him would take perfect timing and the right words or the right men and right guns.

"How old is she?"

"She should be twenty-three," I said.

Leyla bit her bottom lip. "I remember seeing a girl..."

I froze.

Giovanni drummed his fingers on the table. "What?"

Leyla looked nervous at the edge in Giovanni's voice. I kicked his keg under the table. He didn't flinch but softened his features.

"Tell us, baby," I said to her.

"She never talked to me but she, I think, stayed with Dan Cameron. She was always there and Dan never let me talk to her. He used to call her little birdie mockingly."

Calm down.

I should have taken more time with killing him.

I should have made him remember everyone he ever hurt - every innocent girl he sold in the system. I should have peeled his fucking skin off and made him eat it.

But, back then, watching the terrified expression on Leyla's face, all I really cared about was eliminating the danger - the need to have her in my arms surpassing the need for torture.

Leyla drank her coffee with both of her hands around the mug, curious eyes looking everywhere.

"I saw the news," Leyla said. "Earlier today."

"What did you see?" I asked.

"Some of the politicians whose names I gave to you have not been spotted for days."

She looked up at me and then Giovanni. "All of them are the ones I mentioned. what...what are you two doing?"

"We are making the world a better place," Giovanni said, taking her hand in his. "Those five are being dealt with. As if your father is being dealt with. Soon, there would be nothing but unpleasant memories left of them."

Leyla let out a breath. "When you say dealt with..."

"He means that they are wishing for death right now," I said. If they are alive. "Death and food and water."

She frowned. "What have you done?"

Giovanni smirked. "Nothing good, I promise."

. . .