Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“Wait. I don’t know why I would even cover this up anymore.”
“Go on,” Amadeo says calmly.
“Lucien arranged it. What happened to her was Lucien’s doing.”
It takes my brother and I both a minute to digest that even though on some level we knew.
“He told you that? Geno Russo? I’m guessing Lucien didn’t exactly come to beg forgiveness.”
“He suspected, then found out for sure. There was a money trail.”
“Always is. What about these other payments made to you?” I ask.
“The father was afraid of his son,” he says. “He should have cut Lucien off, but he was too much a coward and only did it after his own death. He left that girl in danger if you ask me.”
He looks at us as if expecting us to agree with him, which I do, and I’m sure my brother does too, but the old man is an opportunist. He is no ally of ours.
“Continue,” Amadeo says. “Explain why Lucien made those other payments to you.”
“Hell, maybe it’ll shed some light on who Dmitri Anders is,” I add.
He pales.
“You know the name. We’ll come back to that. The payments,” Amadeo says.
“I told Lucien I knew he had set his sister up. I threatened to turn him in to the authorities or, at the very least, tell his father. He wasn’t aware that his father already knew and had already acted. All he knew was that there would be repercussions if Geno ever learned the truth.”
“And Lucien believed you that Geno didn’t know.”
The old man nods.
“Wiley, I’ll give you that. Weren’t you afraid one or both would find out you were playing both sides?”
He shrugs a shoulder. “Geno trusted me, and I knew I could manage Lucien.”
“With friends like you, you don’t need enemies. Is that the expression?” I ask.
He gives me a nasty look.
“Turns out you couldn’t manage Lucien, though,” Amadeo says. “What happened tonight?”
“He thought to put an end to our agreement.”
“To you blackmailing him, you mean, considering he figured out you’ve been playing him for years at the reading of the will.”
“I could always make the disappeared men reappear,” the old man says.
“You’re very talented then, Mr. Brady.”
“Lucien is an animal. Any man who can do to his sister what he had done to her is an animal.”
“A point we agree on.” Amadeo steps right up to him. “You’re not going to breathe a word of any of this to anyone. I don’t ever want Vittoria finding out or remembering.”
“She won’t remember. Dr. Tilbury’s methods are sound.”
“I hope you’re right. Where would Lucien have gone?”
He shakes his head. “I wasn’t exactly a confidant of his, but I do know if he’s smart, he’ll be running from Dmitri Anders. Unless, of course, he found some way to repay him. I’m sure Anders would take a different sort of payment.”
I bristle.
He grins. “Keep her safe. If her brother gets to her… Well, let’s just say you don’t want her brother to get to her.”
20
VITTORIA
I can’t keep my eyes open, but every time I drift off with that leatherbound book on my lap, I dream of Hannah. Hannah and Lucien. I’m running out of time. I need to devise a plan and find some way to get Emma, Hyacinth, and me out of here. I can’t leave Hyacinth behind. I won’t abandon her after all she’s done for us. And I’m sure if I did, the brothers would use her to bait me back. I have cash. I have access to my bank account. And I have the phone. But it’s all useless without a single contact on the outside.
Although, I do have one contact. Lucien. He can get us out and plant us firmly in Sonny Caballero’s control. Sonny hates Amadeo and Bastian, and I know in my gut that he would just use us to get what he wants from them. To hurt them. In that case, isn’t it better to stay here? To trust Amadeo and Bastian?
No. I can’t trust them. They’re not trustworthy, not when it comes to our freedom. They say they want to keep us safe, and while I believe they mean that, being a prisoner is not safe. Especially not when the men holding you have powerful enemies. Emma and I are pawns. We are, as Amadeo very clearly stated what feels like a decade ago, collateral damage. But are we expendable? There is something between the brothers and me. I feel it. I know they do, too. On some level, I do trust them. They won’t hurt us. But as long as we are here, we are not free.
I set the book aside and reach into my bag for the photo I took from the penthouse. The one of Mom and me I found in dad’s desk drawer. He used to have it on top but had put it away at some point. I don’t really remember when that happened.