Page 109 of Vow

“Where is Siena, then?” Kev demanded. “She should know! She was supposed to be with her the whole fucking time!”

“She’s dealing with Greta and—”

“I don’t give a fuck. Get her!”

Andino readjusted his stance, and leaned his shoulder against the wall as the Calabrese struggled to find a new angle to which they might use to find Ginevra. It was all rather pointless, he figured. The woman wasn’t coming back, and there was no way they were going to be able to find her unless they ripped the truth out of his mouth.

Unlikely.

Marcello people weaved in and out of the panicking Calabrese. Andino mostly paid them no mind because they were only here for him. The one he did care to watch was his uncle—the boss.

Only because Dante was watching him.

From the other side of the room, Dante stood similarly to Andino … but without the shit-eating smirk. The boss watched him with that cold, hard stare of his that said I know what you did.

How Dante knew was impossible to know. Probably because if the Calabrese were a little clearer headed at the moment, they might understand that there were only a select few people in this church who could actually get Ginevra the hell out of town, and had the motive to do so.

Andino, really.

He was the only one with the means and the reason.

Dante kept staring.

Andino stared back, unbothered.

He didn’t care if Dante didn’t like this. He didn’t give a shit what his uncle thought about what he’d done, or why he did it. He didn’t even give a fuck about the consequences he might have to face because of all this.

It was time for Dante to really learn.

Andino was his own man, and at the end of the day, that’s what mattered. He was going to do things his way when it came to this family. He was never going to do what he was told to do just because he was told to do it.

And he would never cower to an enemy.

Not for peace, or power.

“How long before he blows up, do you think?” Andino asked his father. “He looks about ready to, doesn’t he?”

Oh, Dante was calm and collected on the outside, sure. But in his eyes? That’s where the disbelief, and rage swirled with every passing second.

Gio and Kim had both come to stand on either side of Andino from the moment he stepped off the altar, and left the main section of the church. They didn’t leave him—it was their silent way of showing where they stood in all of this, he supposed.

And not necessarily for the benefit of the Calabrese, either.

Gio made a noise under his breath, and passed his brother a look. “He won’t do anything here. The last thing any of us needs is for the Calabrese to think we have fractures amongst our own ranks. Dante knows better—that’s the one thing you can bet on.”

“But the only thing, too,” Kim added dryly.

His father nodded, in silent agreement.

“Great,” Andino said. “How much longer are we going to have to stand here acting like we give a fuck—”

“Let me go, you asshole!”

Andino’s gaze swung in the direction of the familiar, hateful voice. Siena was dragged into the entry of the church by a bull of a man. He kept a tight hold on her elbow until she was almost right in front of Kev. Then, he practically tossed her at her brother.

“Here she is,” the man grunted.

Siena huffed, and shot a burning glare over her shoulder. “Fuck you.”