The air seemed to thicken with my words. I couldn’t see Romeo’s expression very well, so I didn’t know what he was thinking or feeling, but it felt as if the air had changed because of him.
“Let’s just make note of this location and go back and tell Massimo and Matteo what we found.”
“That’s the car you saw at the Gambinos’ house,” Romeo stated.
“Yes,” I answered, already knowing where he was going with this.
“Joseph has been colluding with the Devil’s Wings MC.”
“Seems like it.”
“That’s a death sentence.”
“I know.”
“Do you know how Isa feels about her father?”
I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t because I didn’t know. She never really talked about him, and I wondered just how much it would impact her to find out we were going to kill him.
But before that, I needed to marry her and get her dissociated from the Gambino name.
Valentino would be okay because he already made a name for himself in our circle to stand on his own without having the name of a traitor drag him down.
But Isa was different. Not everyone would be so forgiving of her for her father’s sins.
We left as soon as the Thompson brothers went inside, my mind still reeling over everything.
I parkedthe car in front of Massimo’s house.
The lights were on, and it seemed we weren’t the only ones who thought to visit Massimo at this time of night.
At least two other cars were there.
Romeo and I shared a look as we got out of the car and walked inside.
I found Aldo, Joseph, and Valentino sitting in Massimo’s living room, with both of my brothers there. Luna was nowhere in sight. I didn’t blame Massimo for not wanting Luna to be around Aldo or Joseph.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
Aldo looked up and smiled. I didn’t fucking like his smile one bit.
I didn’t fucking trust it.
“I’m here to get some answers. My daughter deserves to know, and you can’t just keep her waiting like this.”
I frowned and turned to Massimo.
He sighed. “Aldo is talking about setting up the arranged marriage between you and Chiara.”
I nearly smiled at the eagerness on the bastard’s face. I would have if I wasn’t feeling so wired.
Did he think I would ever even consider marrying Chiara?
Aldo took a sip of his scotch and turned to me. “Now, I know this is unexpected?—”
“No,” I interrupted.
He froze as he processed my words. “No?”
