Surrender (Careless Whispers #3)(46)

He’s silent for a moment, then two, and I almost think he’s hung up before I hear, “Ella.”

“Yes?”

He says something in Italian, his voice low, gruff, intimate, and then he hangs up—leaving me wondering what he said, and why he wouldn’t say it in English.





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I end the call with Kayden and head toward the store again, Sasha meeting me under the archway dividing the TV room from the store.

“I just called Adriel and filled him in,” she says. “He’s already successfully handed off the cocktail to our man inside Niccolo’s operation, and he’s pulling into our driveway now. Did you reach Kayden?”

“I did,” I confirm, “and he was worried about Gallo setting you up before I even mentioned it myself.”

“I really don’t think that’s what that was. Not based on how upset he was, and per our man following him, Gallo parked at the front of the castle and is making his way to his car in the pouring rain. If he set me up he’d be waiting around and would surely have a better plan than pounding on the door in the rain.”

“You have to remember that Alessandro is involved with him now, and by reputation, he’s devious.”

“Alessandro already knows I work for Kayden. Oh, crap! I don’t think Gallo knows my story yet, but Alessandro could tell him at any time.”

“He might have hinted at it, or told him and Gallo didn’t want to believe it, so he followed you.”

“Maybe. Either way, now that I’ve had time to process Alessandro’s involvement, I can’t reconnect with Gallo. He’s too volatile. I could ignite new anger that might send him into the deep end.”

“Yeah,” I agree. “And I hate that, because Gallo really is a mess. He needs someone to ground him. I’m hoping he just goes home tonight and drinks or sleeps this off.”

“His sister is in danger,” she says. “He’s not going to just let this go.”

“What are you thinking?”

“That he’ll go to Milan,” she says, and we both look at each other as the light bulb goes off. “And,” she adds, “that’s exactly what the goal was.”

“He leaves the city,” I supply, “and he’s no longer able to cause trouble.”

“It’s a temporary fix, but a fix,” she says. “Unfortunately, I don’t think that means his sister is safe. Not with the people we’re dealing with.”

The sound of the door between us and the castle lifting sends both of us in that direction, and we arrive in front of it at the same moment Adriel appears. “Where’s Gallo now?” he asks, his dark hair slightly damp, the scowl on his face seeming to deepen the scar down his cheek.

“He’s headed toward the airport,” Matteo announces, joining us. “I hacked the database and he leaves for Milan on the last flight out tonight. I’ve already contacted our people in Milan and arranged coverage at the airport when he arrives and at his sister’s place immediately.”

Sasha and I glance at each other. “We were right,” she says.

“You were right,” I say, glancing at Sasha. “They got him out of town.”

“They did,” Adriel says dryly, his hands settling on his hips. “It was, in fact, brilliant, except for the part where they threatened his damn sister, which makes an angry man angrier.”

“Not to mention making him think it was Kayden,” I comment.

“Obviously intentional,” Adriel supplies, “and my guess is that it’s Alessandro’s way of convincing Niccolo that he did what was requested, while still ensuring Kayden has a problem to manage.”

“He probably didn’t expect Gallo to show up here and show his hand,” I say. “Kayden’s taking it up with Niccolo now.”

Adriel’s jaw tightens with his voice. “Fuck, I hate when he goes to see him alone.”

“If anyone’s going to die, it’ll be Niccolo.”

“Exactly,” Adriel replies. “You can only sit across from the man who murdered your family so many times before you put a bullet in his head. And the hell that will follow, if that isn’t planned, and planned well, is not the bitch you want in your bed, believe me.”

“He won’t kill him now,” I say. “He’s too capable of seeing the big picture, which includes making Niccolo suffer.”

“Niccolo suffering sounds like the promise of sweet dreams,” he says, “and a good thought to say good night on.” He eyes Matteo. “Go home and get some rest. We’ll sneak Sasha out in the morning.”

Matteo scrubs a hand through his hair. “I’m not going to argue that, but I’ll be in touch if there’s an update on Gallo.” He starts walking and calls over his shoulder, “Someone needs to watch the gate when I leave, and make sure no one sneaks in.”

“Call me before you pull out.” Adriel’s gaze then lands on me. “Kayden’s going to be a while. I’d feel better if you were secure in your tower.”

Secure. That word hits a nerve that refuses to be ignored. “Speaking of feeling secure,” I say, immediately reminded of the watch and the torn pages in my journal. “If Matteo was out-hacked with the watch situation, couldn’t he have been out-hacked here at the castle?”