Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“And?” I raise an eyebrow.
“As far as they can tell, all the information you’ve given us is trustworthy.” He seems skeptical, but I’m playing my part well. “I wasn’t sure I could trust you at first.”
“I can understand why.” I tap my finger on the table and lean closer. “But I told you, men like us have to take what we want in order to gain power. We can’t have it handed to us like the rest of them.”
Marco nods thoughtfully. “And you understand that taking power means eliminating Vitaly?”
“Of course.” I’ve learned over the years how to control my emotions, and right now is the true test. “Losses are inevitable when power changes hands.”
“His pretty bride will need to go.” Marco says it like he’s talking to himself. “It’s a shame she’s already pregnant. I would have liked to keep her for myself.”
It takes all my strength to keep my breathing even. “We can’t leave the Benecci line active,” I say without emotion.
“Exactly. You get it.” Marco scowls in disgust as he waves to some of the men in the hall. “Unlike those idiots. No one wants to get their hands dirty anymore.”
“These young ones forget it’s work. They think it’s all partying.” I try to steer the conversation away from Vitaly and Pru.
“Is that why you disappeared the other night?” he says, and the hair on the back of my neck stands up.
“Yes. I’m here for business.” I pretend to be casual but inside I’m tense. “I think your men would do well with fewer distractions.”
“Hmm.” He cocks his head to the side like he’s thinking it over. “I think you’re right. That's why I’ve decided to dispatch a retired soldier tomorrow night to make the hit.”
“What?” I have to swallow down the panic. This is the first I’m hearing of something happening tomorrow.
“Now that I know the intel you’ve given us is useful, I’m putting it to use. I’m sending out a stealth attack with one of my less conspicuous men. Someone who knows how to get the job done.”
“A stealth attack? I thought we were planning an ambush for next week.” I’m already rolling through the possibilities when Marco grins widely. My stomach drops because I have a feeling I know what he’s going to say.
“Have you been through the gardens before?” He narrows his eyes like he already knows the answer, so I nod. “The head groundskeeper used to be the top soldier when Renzo took over. He wasn’t a right-hand, but if you needed a hit, he would deliver. He owed Renzo a lot of money, and it was his way of paying back his debts. Now we keep him around to plant pretty flowers and rake up leaves. He knows too much to let him go.”
My entire body hasn’t moved an inch since he opened his mouth. I can’t let on that I know who he’s talking about or that this is the worst possible plan. I have to get word to Vitaly and Pru. I have to find Nolia and get her the fuck out of here.
I knew her father was involved somehow, but they will never, ever let him walk out of that gate alive. And sending him to Vitaly to make the hit is as good as a death sentence.
Fuck, Marco knows I’m with Nolia. He has to.
“How can I help?” I say, and I’m shocked at how calm I sound.
“Oh, you’ve done plenty,” he says, his sadistic grin growing by the second. “In fact, why don’t you go back to your room and rest.” He stands from his seat, and so do I. “I think after your night in the boathouse you could use some sleep.”
The doors to the office open up behind me, and four guards walk in at the same time. Two of them are armed and pointing their guns in my direction. I turn around to face Marco, and he’s nodding to his men.
“Let’s not make a scene, shall we? Once this business with Vitaly is over, you’ll have proved your true loyalty.”
“If you really wanted me to prove it, you’d send me to do the job.” I’m desperately searching my brain for a way out of this.
“I think it’s better this way. This way you don’t get a chance to tip off your old boss before the job is finished. You can stay in your room and wait for it to be over.” He straightens his jacket before checking his watch. “And don’t worry about the gardener's daughter. We all like to slum it on occasion. In fact, I think I might see what all the fuss is about before I get rid of her.”
“Marco—” I start to say, but he’s already striding out of the room.
I’ve got two choices. Either I fight now and hope that I can take out these four men and who knows how many in the hallway. Or I play nice and get to my room. From there I can try and find a way out and get to Nolia.