Wretched (Never After Series)(56)

Zeke’s body is on full alert as we walk down the carpeted hallway and past the restrooms, hitting a staircase leading to the lower level. My spine stiffens with every step, anxiety squeezing my middle when the yacht jolts as it starts to move. My fingers twist together and I tap my tongue ring on the back of my teeth.

“Where are they meeting in the fucking dungeons?” I hiss.

Zeke looks at me, stopping us in front of a steel door and turning to face me. “You gonna make it?”

I force a smile even though I think I might pass out. “I’m fine, just annoyed that you guys didn’t tell me what time to be here.”

“Okay,” he says, lifting his chin. “Don’t do anything stupid in here, you know? These guys… just sit back and let your dad handle things.”

My stomach drops to the floor, his words forming into knives as they carve out my skin.

I stiffen my jaw and nod sharply.

He opens the door and we walk into a room filled with boxes and crates. Wire shelving runs along the sides stocked with cleaning supplies. The walls have little circle windows evenly spaced throughout, and if I listen close, I can hear waves crashing against the boat as we move across the lake. Beads of sweat break across my hairline, my heart slamming against my chest.

If we sink, this will be the first room to go.

“Hey,” a voice whispers. I swallow, looking up and meeting Brayden’s eyes. He’s gazing at me with concern, like he’s worried I might get sick and he doesn’t know what to do.

But all of it gets pushed to the backburner when I see Giacomo Cantanelli sitting at a small folding table in the center of the room, smoking a cigar with my father like they’re old friends.

Neither of them acknowledges me when I enter, but the two goons standing at Giacomo’s back sure do.

“You know,” Giacomo says, pointing his gold-ringed finger in my father’s face. “Your flying whatever-the-fuck product’s really causing me a headache.”

My dad grins. “There’s a solution to every problem, Giacomo.”

Giacomo hums, swirling the cigar in his mouth, his thick silver and black strands slicked back with pomade and a sharp three-piece suit fitted to him perfectly. He looks like a god, and when I stare at my father with his tattoos and his rough around the edges exterior, there’s no comparison.

The Cantanellis are rivals, but at the end of the day, they’re still big fish in the pond. Their reach is far greater than ours, and if they wanted to, they could kill us all right now and be at church tomorrow morning with nobody asking questions.

That’s the power my dad wishes he had but will never reach.

That’s the type of desperation that makes people do stupid, stupid things.

“You and I, we think alike.” Giacomo smiles and it sends alarm bells ringing in my head. “No need to be enemies when we can be friends. Of course, you understand, if you work for me, I need to know everything.”

My chest tightens when I step forward. “Who says we’ll be working for you?”

Everyone’s eyes in the room snap to mine, as if they’re just now realizing I’m here. Brayden sighs heavily but steps closer to my side.

“Eveline. Quiet,” my dad demands.

“Eveline Westerly,” Giacomo purrs, his gaze glossing up and down my form. “What a pleasure.”

I smile at him, making sure to show all my teeth.

He waves his hand in the air, calling me over. “Come here, doll. Let me get a good look at you.”

I move toward the table, keeping my eyes on him the entire time. In my peripheral vision I can see my father’s disapproving stare.

“You look tense, Eveline,” Giacomo notes. “You aren’t afraid, are you?”

Laughing, I shake my head, sitting down next to my father and grabbing a cigar from the table. Giacomo is there with his lighter before I can even ask. I take my time puffing on the end, allowing the smoke to billow in my mouth before I blow it back out in the air. No one speaks while they wait, and surprisingly, I don’t mind the attention.

“No,” I finally say. “I’m not afraid. I’d just appreciate it if everyone stopped acting like I was a meek girl incapable of taking part in the conversation.”

“You are a prize, aren’t you?” Giacomo grins, his eyes searing through my dress again. “Farrell, surely she isn’t here to do business?”

Movement catches my attention and Brayden moves from near the door until he’s closer to the center of the room, where he leans against a pillar with his arms crossed.

He looks calm, cool, and collected. But I know better. His stare never strays from me.

“If you’re going to work with us, then I’d like to be part of it, yes,” I reply.

My dad clears his throat. “Eveline does a lot for me. She knows a lot about our business. Family’s important to her, so she can get a little… passionate. You understand.”

“I do.” Giacomo nods. “Interesting you let a woman to hold such prestige. I’d never allow such a ridiculous thing.”

Fire burns through my middle but I bite back the retort, pressing my fingernails into my palms until it breaks the skin.

“I assume you brought some product for us to test?” he continues.

My father inclines his head. “Of course.”