Book three of the only series
They gave her one mission. They told her to find the Chicago mob Capo and get revenge. So they sent her away. She had a plan. A mindset. Goals she needed to reach.
Until she met his son.
He was supposed to be the en...
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I parked my car blocks away from the hotel, far enough to go unnoticed from the civilians entering the shiny building. But close enough to see the front doors. Close enough I could see all the expensive cars pull up.
I was waiting to see when Salvatore got out of one of them. Even if every person that got out of their cars had masks on, the only reason I'd be able to identify Salvatore was from his tattoo's. And possibly all the men he had around constantly, because he knew he couldn't protect himself.
It wasn't like his men would stop me either way.
The building was tall, placed a little far from downtown. It wasn't originally owned by the Bertelli's and from my research. It was now owned by a cartel. A small one that the Bertelli's didn't care about. They didn't need them, but the only thing was this cartel had worked with Declan in the past. If I had to put two and two together, Alessio was pissed that his father confided in a cartel that was once friends with the enemies they have right now.
I had to agree with him. It was idiotic for Salvatore to take a piece of this hotel again, for whatever he was using it for. It wasn't worth it. This hotel was either invested in trafficking girls, storing drugs or storing money.
For all the Bertelli's knew, they could be getting played.
What could they do now though? Everything had been done and now Alessio was picking up the pieces.
Cars kept pulling up and the valet would do the same process every time. Open doors, take keys, circle the cars around the back and repeat. And me. I sat here in anxiety, watching the pattern flow and hoping that the joint in between my fingers would calm the storm inside my stomach. Inside my head.
I blew smoke out the window, leaning further into my seat. Like all the weight on my shoulders would get lighter. But it didn't take away the fact that I was doing this, that I was going behind Alessio's back. That I had a goddamn niece.
That weight on me only got heavier when I saw multiple familiar cars pull up. Elisia's Mercedes was first, Julian got out the driver seat, a plain black mask barely covering his face. Elisia got out the passenger side, wearing a beautiful black dress that was knee length. Her curly hair was down, bigger than usual. They looked like a perfect couple, even though I knew they bickered a lot. But what was a relationship without a little fighting? Without the push and pull? I couldn't imagine being with someone that was boring.
But was love supposed to be that complicated?
I think my question got answered when I saw the next car pull up and my friend got out of Rafe's gray Ferrari. Anna was in a deep purple dress, it flared at the ends but hugged all the curves she always kept hidden. She had her blonde curly hair straight. I almost wanted to smile, at how pretty she looked and how I knew this was out of her comfort zone. But she did it anyway. For him. They both wore masks that covered the top of their faces, both of them black.
