Some cuts run too deep.
“The empanadas will be ready in about thirty minutes. Why don’t you pick out a movie?” I suggest, abruptly ending the conversation.
“I love your empanadas!” he exclaims as he slowly makes his way into the living room.
And we have a normal evening of movies, dinner, and crocheting.
But all the while, my mind remains on one thing.
If he found me, would I be able to forgive him?
Chapter 75
Roman
I walk into Dom’s office expecting it to be filled with the family heads, but freeze when I only see Dom and Lorenzo, the head of the Mafia.
“What is this? Where’s everyone else?” I clench my fists in anger.
Viktor, the head of the Bratva, along with the heads of the Cartels and Irish Mobs should be here. I was promised everyone!
“Viktor refused to come after you’ve desecrated his family. Lorenzo has offered information, so I told the others they weren’t needed,” Dom explains.
I study Lorenzo, wondering what the Mafia has to do with Cecilia’s disappearance.
“Well, what is it?” I demand, stalking towards Lorenzo.
Lorenzo, while a formidable opponent with his reputable Mafia and high intelligence, is double my age. I could easily force the information out of him. But something tells me he has a backbone of his own, and that he wouldn’t fold under the worst torture.
“Sit, boy,” he commands in a thick Italian accent, pointing at the chair in front of Dom’s desk that’s next to him. “I come with only the intention of stopping a war you’ve been determined to start with your temper. It isn’t the Bratva responsible for the Latina’s disappearance, but one individual acting rogue.”
I sit, intrigued and hopeful to finally have some information.
“Please proceed,” Dom asks, gesturing politely with his hand to Lorenzo, while glaring daggers at me.
I know the Mafia is our greatest ally. They’ve worked alongside us peacefully, and they never break our rules. Dom would be furious if I ruined that.
“First of all, I regret to inform you, that the Latina–” he begins, but I cut him off.
“Cecilia,” I growl, correcting him.
I won’t stand for her to be labeled in any way. She’s proud of her heritage, and I love her culture, but I don’t appreciate the derogatory way he’s saying ‘Latina.’
He dips his head in acknowledgement.
“I regret to inform you, no one took Miss Álvarez Rivera. She left of her own volition,” he says, studying my reaction. I see his hand hovering over his gun, ready to fight back if I explode at his ridiculous claim.
“That’s ridiculous! Why would she leave? We saw a man grab her!” I shout, flying from my chair so quickly that it topples over.
“Sit down,” Dom seethes, glaring at me. “Please explain. I’ve seen Cecilia. She’s never been anything but happy. Why would she run?”
Lorenzo eyes me warily and nods at my chair. I reluctantly take the cue, and glaring at him, I pick it up and sit down like a petulant child.
“The man who grabbed her was one of mine.” Lorenzo stares at me cautiously. My fingers dig into my arms rest, my knuckles turning white. “He wasn’t acting on any Mafia orders though. We have no quarrel with you, Roman. His name is Leonardo Ricci. You may know him as a friend of your fiancée, Leo.”
My vision reddens.
Fucking Leo!
