Mindy.
Her name alone gives me feelings that I’ve never fathomed. I’ve always thought it was impossible for me to be interested in awoman to this degree. But from the time I laid my eyes on her, I wanted to know any and everything about her.
Even though knowing she has a piece of shit husband makes the silent killer rage, I manage to keep myself from peppering her with questions. I know that finding out everything about her will make my kill list longer, but I still need the information.
I head downstairs where Paolo is surprisingly still lounging. I told him he could take one of my cars and go back to his women, but he insisted on staying. I’m just glad he won’t want to talk about what happened.
Paolo is the cousin most like me. We have the same lust for killing, we just have a different way of expressing ourselves. He’s more flash and gore, and I’m more… silent.
I can’t say that torturing someone who deserved it isn’t delightful, but I like the precision of a kill. The need for me to have a plan and meticulously execute it should be studied. Ro thinks it’s all a part of my genius, I don’t dismiss his theory.
“How’s she doing?” Paolo questions.
“Seems okay, but her face—” I sigh.
It pained me to see her eye swollen and the bruises marring her beautiful face. I can admit that I’m a killer of the worst kind, but beating up a woman is something I would never do. And to think it’s his wife!
It was hard for me to take pictures of her bruised face while she slept, but something told me that she might need proof of this incident. I have them just in case, even if she doesn’t want to press charges. But if it’s up to me, he won’t have to worry about jail. Death is too good for a piece of shit like him.
“Yeah, he did a real number on her. I can kill him,” Paolo nonchalantly replies.
“Ican kill him.” I raise my eyebrow.
“You could, but she might get mad that you killed her boyfriend. You know how women can be in these types of situations.” Paolo shrugs.
“Hmmm,” I give my cousin a noncommittal hum.
I can’t imagine Mindy wanting to go back to her husband. But like Paolo said, people’s behavior in these situations can be unpredictable. And if there’s one thing anyone knows about me, it’s that I like things to be predictable.
“What’s the asshole’s name? I can get Niro to look him up.”Paolo looks at me with a crazy gleam in his silver eyes.
“No, I don’t want anyone else involved in this. I’ll find out what I need to know. Dr. Walters shouldn’t be long, so we can know the extent of her injuries.” I immediately changed the subject from my cousin Niro.
If Niro knows about this mess, then Ro will certainly find out. I’m not hiding anything from my brother, but he has enough on his plate with the Giuliani’s and their bullshit. I don’t need him worrying about this petty mess. I’ll take care of it on my own.
“Okay, whatever you say,cugino.”Paolo makes a zipping motion over his lips and throws away the imaginary key.
I roll my eyes at him, but I know he won’t say anything to anyone. He might be a flamboyant asshole at times, but he’s a man of his word. I’ll take care of this little problem, and nobody will be the wiser.
“What happened to the asshole?”
Paolo shrugs, “He was gone when our men went back into the restroom.”
I frown because he was out cold. There’s no way he just got up and walked away. Somebody helped him, and I don’t like that.
I’ll have to ask Mindy about her husband.
“Interesting,” I reply.
Paolo’s phone beeps back to back, and I know he’s being summoned by one of his women. He treats them all like they’re the only one, even though he tells them they aren’t. I find it fascinating that he admits to being a fuckboy, and it only makes them want him more.
“Why the fuck is Alicianna texting me? I made myself abundantly clear that I wouldn’t fuck her trifling ass ever again.” Paolo scowls at his phone as his fingers fly over the screen.
There’s no telling what he’s texting Alicianna. Paolo isn’t the kind of man you piss off, and Alicianna’s been skating on thin ice since the last time she was here. Paolo hasn’t told me what transpired between them, but it had to be something serious because he didn’t try to hide the disgust for her at dinner.
“I don’t like that she’s here. Her presence makes me anxious.” I swipe my hand through my hair.
It’s a nervous tick of mine when I’m feeling apprehensive. I like order to things. I like control. I don’t like when people pop up out of nowhere, causing discord within my family.