Page 89 of Savage Don

Just like that, all of the heat is off of me and onto him.

It’s fucking delicious.

“I’ll have my men look into it,” Domenico growls. “Trust me, I’ll find out why he did what he did, and I’ll make sure anyone who was involved pays a terrible price.”

“And I’ll do the same thing,” I quietly taunt. “Two heads are better than one, after all. Right?”

“Sure,” Domenico grunts. Looking over his shoulder, he stares at his front door like it’s his only way out of this uncomfortable conversation. “I’ll let you know if I find anything.”

Just before he can turn around, though, I stop him. “Are you sure that’s all?” I ask. Fuck. I love to see him squirm.

The bastard has caused me so much trouble. His suffering will be intense. This is only the beginning.

Turning back around to me, I can see the gears turning behind Domenico’s black eyes. “Yeah,” he mumbles, finally coming up with a distraction. “What ever happened to the clothes and toiletries you took from Francesca’s room?”

Now, I can’t help but smile. “They were very useful, thank you.”

“Any plans on returning them?”

“Just say the word.”

At that, though, Domenico just sighs. “There’s no point, the second your man called and said you’d found her, I had the servants go fetch enough shit to refill her room twice over.”

“How nice.”

“Indeed,” cracking his neck, Domenico looks back towards his front door. “Well, if that’s all, I would like to see my daughter.”

“Don’t go too hard on the girl.”

“I won’t,” Domenico says, wiping his nose. “She needs time to recover. I’m sure this has been traumatising.”

“I’m sure it has. Let’s give her some time to rest. But I’ll be back in a couple of days to question her. Things like this can’t happen under my reign, Domenico. You must understand that. Someone needs to be punished.”

“You already said that Artuzov was dead,” the Italian notes, raising a suspicious brow at me. “Is that enough of a punishment?”

“I have a feeling this runs deeper than that,” I say, getting one last jab in before I let my rat go. “Now, go see your daughter. And think about why she might have been taken.”

Despite all of the shit that’s happened in the past twenty-four hours; despite how everything has been turned on its head and fucked sideways, I still get a little sliver of joy from watching Domenico waddle away.

More than ever, I’m convinced that he’s my rat. And I think he’s beginning to realize just how fucked he might be.

Now, it’s up to me to find some hard fucking evidence…

“Hello, handsome.”

Her voice is like nails on a chalkboard.

Turning around with an immediate snarl drawn on my lips, I see Sonia leaning against my car. Has she been listening in the whole time?

Usually, I’m impossible to sneak up on. But Sonia has always known my blind spots.

“Sorry, doll. I’m busy,” I growl. Brushing past her, I start to walk around to the driver’s side. But then Sonia opens up the passenger door—a clear threat that she’ll get in if I don’t pay attention to her—and I stop.

Fucking hell. This woman won’t leave me alone.

“Domenico looked awfully uncomfortable talking to you just now,” she says, her eyes turning to slits as she silently accuses me of something. “What was wrong?”

“You mean besides his daughter being kidnapped?”