“Well, there’s no need to be rude. I’m just here to ask you a few questions about the murderer you’ve been seen with.” The smirk that covers her face pisses me off.
This bitch.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know any murders. Well, maybe an attempted murderer. My soon to be ex-husband tried to beat me to death, are you referring to him?”
My question wipes the smugness right off her pinched face. I may not know what’s fully going on, but I’ll be damned if I let this heffa know it. I may have my doubts about Luca, but I know for sure I can’t trust her ass.
“Did you report him? Because if he really beat you like you say, then he should be in jail.”
I smirk because Ross was reported. His charges were actually the leverage we needed to get him to finally agree to the divorce. I wasn’t the one who reported the incident. Still, after some miraculous camera footage of him slapping and dragging me into the bathroom, along with pictures of my injuries, were anonymously given to the police, he was charged. I have no idea where the footage or pictures came from, but I’m grateful for them.
“I did actually. I had a restraining order, which was dropped until there was actual proof that he beat the shit out of me, and he was still let out on bond. It’s crazy that you can assault someone so badly and still have your freedom.”
“The police don’t give bonds. That’s up to a judge. But I’m sureifhe’s guilty, he’ll have to pay for his crimes.”
I suck my teeth at the bitch’s audacity. She must think I’m dumb, and I didn’t hear the doubt in her tone. Her dismissal of my experience is another reason she won’t get shit from me.
“Anyway, like I said I’m here about Luca Dalonzo. He killed an innocent man, and he’s dangerous.”
“I hear a lot of accusations but not a question, detective. Like I said, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Okay, I have a few questions for you. Did you know that Luca Dalonzo belongs to one of the largest mob families in Texas? Did you know he’s the second in command? Did you know that he’s a dangerous man? Did you know that most people who associate with the Dalonzo family end up dead?”
I’m pretty sure she’s waiting for the shock of her words to show up on my face. But my expression stays as cold as her dead eyes. I can’t say that I haven’t heard these accusations before. Ross claimed Luca was a mobster, but I won’t give this bitch the satisfaction of seeing she got to me.
“What exactly do you want? I know you aren’t here to give me Luca’s biography.”
“I just came to warn you. If you tell me everything you know about the Dalonzo’s, I can protect you. You won’t end up as another missing person,” she responds with a stern expression.
“I thought you claimed he murdered someone. So, who’s missing?”
“There have been plenty of people who have gone missing who were last seen with Luca Dalonzo. I just don’t want you to be one of them.”
“Right, because the police care so much about me.” I roll my eyes. “Like I said before, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’ll regret not helping me put that psycho behind bars.”
“I only regret talking to you for this long, detective. Have the day you deserve.”I slam the door in her face before she can say anything else.
In the short time that I’ve gotten to know Luca, I can’t say that he doesn’t have a darkness about him. I thought it was just the power he exudes, but if I’m being honest with myself, it could also be danger. If Luca is a killer, I don’t know what I will do. Because even though I told myself not to fall in love again, I can’t deny that I’m head over heels in love with Luca Dalonzo.
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“I’ve been in here for hours, and you’ve asked me the same questions over and over again. Are you not tired yet?” My eyes are shut as I lean my head against the concrete wall in the small interrogation room.
I know it’s the officer who hauled me in here because I can smell his cheap, off-putting cologne that’s smothered under a layer of coffee. He and his partner have been tag-teaming me with questions for hours. They’re amateurs when it comes to getting answers. Detectives Robbins and Wiley are playing bad cop, worse cop, and they’re really horrible actors. It’s really boring pretending to be bothered by them. When the truth of the matter is, these two insignificant numbskulls could never bother me.
They should’ve known that I wasn’t afraid when I didn’t ask for a lawyer. They know a man like me would never volunteer to answer questions without representation. I guess they think that I’m dumb enough to tell on myself. What they don’t know is that Paolo will be here any minute with my high-priced attorneys. I will have a bond even though I haven’t been to court. I know my lawyers will go directly to a judge and get this rectified.
“My partner and I just want you to admit that you killed Matthew Besser.”
“Where is your partner, detective?” I question, instead of admitting anything.
