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All because I’ve allied myself with the Saldanos.
My hands shake as I hit Fee’s number on speed dial. One thought echoes in my mind.I’ll be damned if I let him win.
No matter what it takes, I’ll protect what’s mine. And Gino? He just signed his own fucking death warrant. Fuck what La Familia says. This is personal.
The phone rings, each second an eternity as I wait for Fee to answer.Please, let her be okay. Let this all be some sick bluff.
“Hi! This is Sofia Saldano of Perfezione. I’m unable to come to the phone right now, so please leave me a message.”
A cold dread settles in my gut as I hang up. My fingers are already dialing Shawn’s number before I can think.
She answers on the first ring. “Hello?”
“Shawn, it’s Angelo,” I bark out, my voice tight with tension.
“Angelo? AngeloPirelli? How the hell did you get my number?—”
I cut her off, impatience and fear making my words sharp. “Doesn’t matter. Where’s Fee? She’s not answering her phone.”
There’s a pause, and I can practically hear Shawn’s confusion. “She went to Perfezione. Left Lou with me until she gets back.”
My hand slams down on the desk, panic surging through me like an electric current. Fee went to Perfezione right after I received a phone call from Gino mocking me for trying to protect the shop? That can’t be a coincidence.
“Why? Why did she go there?”
“I… I don’t know,” Shawn admits, her voice small. “We were having a great time, then she got a text. Her face went white, and she just asked me to watch Lou. That was about ten minutes ago.”
I hang up without another word, my mind racing. Ten minutes. She could already be?—
No. I can’t think like that.
I fling myself out of my office, nearly taking the door off its hinges. My employees stare as I barrel past, their startled expressions barely registering.
I dive into one of my classic cars, a ‘69 Camaro, and the engine roars to life. Tires screech as I peel out of the shop, leaving the smell of burning rubber in my wake.
My heart pounds in my chest, each beat a reminder of the seconds ticking by. Fee’s face flashes in my mind—her smile, her eyes, the way she looks at me like I’m someone worth loving.
I can’t lose her.
The city blurs around me as I weave through traffic, ignoring red lights and blaring horns. Every delay, every second stuck behind a slow-moving car, feels like a personal affront.
“Come on, come on,” I mutter, my knuckles white on the steering wheel.
The fear is a living thing in my chest, clawing at my insides. What if I’m too late? What if Gino’s already…
I shake my head, forcing the thought away. I can’t think like that. I have to believe Fee’s okay. Shehasto be okay.
As Perfezione comes into view, I say a silent prayer to a God I’m not sure I believe in anymore.Please, let her be safe. Let me get there in time.
Because if anything’s happened to Fee, there won’t be a force on this earth that can stop me from tearing Gino Timpone apart with my bare hands.
I screech to a halt in front of Perfezione, not caring if I’m parked illegally. My heart’s pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat as I leap out of the car.
The shop is eerily quiet, like a tomb. No signs of life, no movement. The panic that’s been building since that phone call threatens to overwhelm me.
I draw my gun, the weight familiar and comforting in my hand. “Sofia!” I call out, my voice echoing in the empty shop as I sweep through, checking every corner, every shadow.
Nothing.
