Spin (Songs of Corruption #1)(58)

“You might have mentioned this before all the double kissing happened.”

“What am I asking? That you be loyal? That you come to me first? Only the saying of it makes you sit up and cross your arms.”

I huffed. Of course he was right. Of course I had no intention of ratting him out or investigating him further. It was indeed the list of rules that bristled me.

“This needs to be on a probationary basis,” I said.

“One minute probation,” he said then kissed me, his hand tight on my jaw, his tongue prying my mouth open. He stopped. “My minute’s up, Contessa. Are you still mine?”

“You are my Capo,” I whispered. “But I’m mad at you.”

“Get in the shower then before I f**k you again.”

***

Katrina had packed everything I needed. One set of work clothes, one set of regular clothes. Shoes, toiletries, and a note.

Tee – Thank you for everything. You are a shining star. I promise not to let you down. You’ll be proud of me one day.

Be safe, okay?

The Directrix

When I got out of the bathroom, Antonio held up my phone. “What are we going to do about this guy?”

There was a text from Daniel.

—need to speak with you in person by tomorrow—

“What are we going to do about you looking at my texts?”

“As long as you’re talking to him and the thing is face up on the table, I’ll look.”

“You don’t trust me?” I asked.

“I do.”

“I think you’re missing an opportunity to get some inside information, Capo.”

He crossed his arms and narrowed his gaze. “Contessa.”

“If I don’t see him, he’s going to get suspicious. He’s just opened a case against, I’m assuming, you? Knowing I might be with you? Let me see him and find out what he wants.”

“You’re going to spy for me? I don’t want that from you, ever.”

“To be honest, I just want to go home and have kind of a normal day. You know, one where I don’t see a gun or take part in some ritual I don’t understand.”

“And you need to see Daniel Brower to do that?”

“He’s not a loan shark or a baby capo looking for territory. He’s not going to hate you any more than he already does, and he’ll never touch me. What’s the harm in me putting on my work clothes and taking a lunch?” I put my hands on his forearms, and he dropped them. “We’ll be in public. I promise.” I slipped my hands around his waist and held him close.

He put his arms around me and kissed my head. “Come volevi tu.”

thirty-four.

nzo drove me home in a charcoal grey Ferrari and left me in the parking lot. I went right to my car and made it to work just in time.

Pam was business as usual, dozen red roses on her desk notwithstanding.

“Good morning,” I said.

“Morning.”

“What do I have today?”

Pam rattled off a list of meeting and conferences. I texted Daniel.

—What time today?—

—Stuff exploded. Tomorrow ok? Before lunch, 30 min?—

—No prob—

“Can you reserve the big conference room at eleven thirty tomorrow?” I asked Pam.

She tapped around. “It’s free. Who are you meeting?”

I looked over her shoulder. The blinking cursor required an answer to who would be in the room with me. “Daniel Brower.”

She tapped it in, her expression sour under her rhinestone-tipped horn rims. “You know, polling this morning shows he’s in the lead for mayor.”

I plucked the card from the roses. “I knew he didn’t need me to win.”

Tonight.

I smiled to myself. Tonight, indeed.

***

I tried to keep my mind on my meetings and rows of numbers. I smoothed things over between two accountants on my team while think about Antonio’s body. I didn’t know how much longer I could stay at WDE. I hadn’t been fully engaged in my job in months. After spending time with Antonio, the job felt like a blunter, dimmer version of life.

I kept Antonio’s phone in my pocket. When it rang during a meeting, I excused myself and answered in the hall. “Capo?”

“Paulie.”

I might have blushed, as if he’d walked in on my dirty thoughts. “Hi, Paulie.”

“I’m coming to pick you up from work. Is six okay?”

“Sure. I can leave my car in the lot.”

“See you then.”

***

Our valet was in the alley behind the building, and Paulie’s Ferrari fit right in. When I came out, he was leaning against it in the shade of a bougainvillea hedge, smoking a cigarette.

“Hey,” I said. “What happened to you?” I pointed to my lower lip, indicating the split on the bottom of his.

“Fell on a guy’s fist.”

“You should watch where you’re walking.”

“He’s taken care of. You can tell your friend the loan’s forgiven.”

“I’ll give him his money. I don’t want to steal it,” I said.

“Don’t worry about it.”

He opened the passenger door, and I got in. He obviously didn’t want to discuss the money. I’d wait, but I had every intention of making sure Katrina’s production was clean.