Becoming his Possession (Zanetti Famiglia Book 3) by Hayley Faiman

Author:Hayley Faiman [Faiman, Hayley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hayley Faiman Books, LLC
Published: 2020-02-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

BENICIO

Favero and the driver are already sitting in my gold velvet office chairs when I guide Nicola into the room. I hear her breath hitch behind me at seeing Quirino for the first time without a mask, in the light.

I don’t know what that hitch means.

Maybe she recognizes him, maybe she thinks he’s handsome, it doesn’t really matter much to me, because this will be the last time that she ever sets her eyes on him.

I make my way over to the chair that’s behind the desk, guiding Nicci to stand next to me while I sink down into the leather seat and take in the men across from me. They both look completely bored, unaffected by their positions.

Costa stands behind the driver and Ermanno behind Favero. Both could kill these men in seconds and literally nobody, except us, would be the wiser. But, I don’t want them dead, at least not yet. I have a feeling that they have valuable information.

“Do you finally want to tell me what the fuck you know? Why you’ve received a stipend and why you have a man under you?” I ask, keeping my voice cool and calm.

“Do you want to tell me what your plans are with Nicola?” Quirino asks.

I shake my head. “It’s not your business,” I snap.

He knows how to get to me, but he won’t, not this time. I’ve told Nicola as much of my plans as I can. She knows what she means to me right now, she knows that this is where she is meant to be. He will not get between us, I won’t allow it, not anymore. Never again.

“What if I told you that the only reason Mauro Ricci kept me alive was to punish me?”

I snort. “I would call bullshit, because he paid you a hefty amount every month, so I don’t buy it.”

“So, you’re at least a bit smarter than you look.” He smirks.

Tilting my head to the side, I refuse to respond to his failed attempts to offend me. Reaching into my inner jacket pocket, I pull out a joint and light it. This fucker gets my blood pressure up, and I need to fucking relax.

“You’re going to smoke that in front of me?” he sneers.

I shrug a shoulder. “Does it offend? Better for me than cigarettes. I’ll smoke whatever the fuck I want, in my office and in my home.”

He growls but otherwise doesn’t respond to me. Instead, he quietly waits. He wants me to show my hand, but I’m not playing a game. I want to know what ties he had to Mauro, other than being his Underboss and his wife’s lover. He had something over the old man and I want to fucking know what it was.

“Tread lightly, ragazzo,” he warns.

Arching a brow, I smirk. “I don’t think that I will. What I will do is ask nicely, one last time, before I start spilling blood.”

“You think bloodshed scares me?” Quirino asks.

I shake my head once, then use the only thing that I found useful in that fucking file.

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