Page 91 of Easy Steal
“Yeah, I just don’t get a special kick out of it like you do,” I smirked and she rolled her eyes.
Sure, none of us were saints.
We had done things just as bad as the men in The Family.
Before the joining of The Santino’s and Lilith’s Daughters, we did a lot of dirty work in order to stay alive, protect our own, and make money. The necessity of all that became less once we had the truce, because we were no longer just small players in the underground. We hit the big time.
Everyone took Rome more seriously now that she was married to Don Antoni - which was their biggest mistake. Because what people outside of our world didn’t know, was that she was at least ten times crazier than he was.
She was also ten times more likely to kill someone on impulse.
Toni was a little more calculating, professional.
Rome was just a hothead.
But even though I had worked with Rome for years, and seen and been responsible for my fair share of death - I wasn’t as desensitised to it as she was.
It still affected me in ways.
Whereas I was convinced that she wouldn’t blink twice at the sound of a gunshot.
“Sierra needs to be dealt with, Liv,” she said out of nowhere.
“Rome, come on.”
“What if she was behind the fire?”
I shook my head, “I think she is last on the list of suspects. I’m more worried that the Redliners have found out our plan, or found a tracker on a bike or something.”
She nodded, deep in thought.
“Speaking of that, I should probably go talk to Toni about tomorrow. And check my laptop to see-” I trailed off.
“What?” Rome frowned.
“My backpack,” I said quietly, running my hands through my hair.
“Where is it?” Rome stood, heading for the door.
“I don’t know,” my voice was tense and high.
“It’s okay,” Rome soothed, grabbing me by the arm and dragging me towards the door. “It’s okay. We’ll find it, Liv.”
We both bolted down the stairs, Rome still holding onto my arm for support.
“Tone?” she called. “Toni!”
“Yeah?” his voice came from the kitchen.
She headed towards the back of the house, towards the doorway to the kitchen and I followed behind, my mind racing trying to remember the last place I had put it.
This was the first time I had ever misplaced it.
“Tone, have you seen Liv’s backpack?” Rome asked as I stopped in the doorway, remembering exactly where I had left it.
“I have actually,” he said with a smirk, stepping aside.
Sam stood behind him, a small grin on his face as he held my backpack in the air, dangling it in front of me.
