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The mere mention of my grandmother sends a look of disgust on my face. “Under normal circumstances, no,” I reply. “But if Alisa is the sole heir, she won’t have much of a choice.”
Roaring in frustration, I plunge the knife into the corpse’s face again and again until it becomes a red ruin.
Panting, I turn back to Sima. “Torch Zebra Club and send the demand to Augusto that he returns Alisa to me safely. In the meantime, rally every brigadier here in Italy with orders to kill every Ferrata man they see.”
Sima wrinkles his brow. “What about your grandmother?”
“I’ll figure out something about Alla. But I want the kill orders outnow.”
Augusto will take me seriously with this. He has to.
I run water in the large sink nearby. Blood swirls down the drain as I scrub my hands clean, making sure to get beneath my nails.
“And get the jet ready.”
“Where are we going that we can’t fly commercial?” he asks tensely.
“New York.” I glare at him. “If there’s even a sliver of a chance that Alisa is there …”
“No way in hell they’ll keep her there.” He squints at me like I’ve lost my mind. “And at any rate, New York is off-limits for you.”
“Thereare no limits,”I growl, whirling on him. “Not anymore!”
“The Americans won’t be happy about this,” Sima stands firm. “Especially not Emilio Lanzzare. He may have his own feuds with Augusto, but he’s not going to allow you to bringyourwar to his doorstep.”
“I don’t give a fuck what Emilio Lanzzare thinks.”
Sima stares at me, thoughts turning in his head as he thinks through the consequences. But I know he’ll come around to agreeing with me. He cares about my sister as much as I do. He understands the pain I’m in.
Taking a deep breath, Sima stands over the corpse and sighs. “It’ll take about three hours for the jet to get ready, and another ten until we land. What are you going to do in the meantime?”
I check my hands again to make sure that there’s no blood left. “I’ll meet you at the airport.”
Without another word, I walk away and leave Sima to his task. Anger rages like a hurricane my mind, and when I emerge into the sunlight, the brightness of almost blinds me.
In my blindness, a singular vision appears in my head.
Dark chestnut hair. Sapphire-blue eyes. Full red lips and freckled skin.
My cock strains against my pants again as dark vicious thoughts swirl around my mind.
The driveback to the house goes by in a blur, and my cock is rock hard by the time I open the door. But the moment I walk in, I know that something isn’t right. The house is silent and still.
Too silent.
I storm my way up the stairs towards the bedroom and when I arrive, I find two empty wineglasses on the patio. The bed is untouched.
But most importantly, Emily is nowhere to be seen.
The only thing that tells me she was ever here is the imprint of her lipstick on the rim of one of the glasses.
I’m too late.
Slowly, I walk over and pick up the glass and clench my fist around it.
A crack appears in the glass from the pressure, but I don’t release my grip. And when it shatters, embedding my palm with shards, I relish the pain it brings.
Put her out of your mind.I tell myself.There are more important things to worry about.
