Shoving my chair back, I shoot to my feet, and as I run from the room, I hear‘We take the Cosa Nostra for ourselves. No more old blood running things. No more waiting our turn. We remove Rizzo, and anybody loyal to him.’
“Who is it?” Rosie asks.
“Marco!” Dad roars as he comes after me.
The fucker is with Laurie and Mom. Christ.
Impatiently, I slam the button for the metal door to lift and duck to go through under it as soon as I’m able.
When Little Ricky sees me coming, worry instantly tenses his face. “What’s wrong?”
“Marco is a fucking traitor. Home. Right now!”
Dad and Big Ricky hurry to the G-Wagon while I jump into the back seat of the SUV and Little Ricky slides in behind the steering wheel.
Tires kick up dust as we speed away, and needing to make sure Laurie is okay, I bring up the security feed of the mansion.
I see her and Mom in the main bedroom. Tiny is sitting on the ottoman, helping them pack the shoes away, and Marco is standing in front of the window, staring outside.
Searching for Paulie, I find him in the kitchen, grabbing several waters from the fridge.
The usual forty-five-minute drive is cut down to thirty, and by the time Little Ricky races through the gates of our property, I only see red.
Chapter 25
Laurie
“How the hell do you even walk in these?” Tiny asks as he passes Tori a pair of silver five-inch heels Pierre forced me into taking the last time he was here.
I don’t think I’ll ever wear them.
“Carefully,” I reply, which makes them chuckle.
Hearing hard footsteps pounding down the hallway, I glance over my shoulder.
Paulie stands up from where he’s sitting on the chaise on the other side of the bed, a frown forming on his face. “What’s wrong, boss?”
Just as I get up off the floor, Paulie pulls his gun out of the holster by his hip, his demeanor on high alert.
Suddenly Marco lunges toward me, his arm locking around my waist before he jerks me hard against his chest. Just then my eyes land on Adriano, who’s pointing his gun right at me.
A wave of intense pins and needles spread over my body, but he quickly adjusts his aim, pointing it at Marco right as the cold press of a barrel is shoved into my temple.
Shitshitshit!
My lips part, but no air comes out as it stalls in my throat while my body instantly begins to shiver from raw terror.
What is happening right now?!
Adriano’s features are cut from stone, the expression in his eyes deadly as he growls, “You fucking traitor.”
“Dammit, man,” Marco snaps with frustration. “How did you find out?”
“Does it matter?” Angelo asks as he comes to a stop beside Adriano. “Keep her covered.”
“Always,” Tiny replies. Out of the corner of my eye, I see how he keeps Tori behind his huge body, his gun trained on Marco.
When Adriano takes a step forward, putting himself closer to us, Marco shouts, “Don’t fucking move or I will spray your precious wife’s brains all over this fucking room!”