Brutal Vows (Queens & Monsters #4)(32)

“Ah, stellina! Just in time—I’m out of wine.” She sets the gun down and pushes the empty wineglass toward me. “And no Cabernet, please. That stuff Homer likes is too dense.”

I mutter, “Like the man himself.”

Setting the rifle on the island, I pick up the house phone and dial down to the safe room. Gianni picks up on the first ring.

“It’s me. You’ve got Lili?”

“Yes, she’s safe.”

“I haven’t checked the cameras yet. What can you see?”

“The grounds are clear.”

“Good. So’s the house.”

“Leo’s on his way with more men.”

“How long until they get here?”

“Any minute.” A short pause follows. “Mr. Quinn saved your life.”

I can’t tell by his tone if he’s going to thank him or hate him for that. “I would’ve been fine without his help.”

He chuckles. “From what I could see, it didn’t look like it, sorellina.”

Little sister, little star, little viper…why does everyone insist on calling me little?

I’m fucking BIG!

And I certainly don’t need a bossy, overbearing, overconfident man-child with a dumb nickname and an even dumber matching tattoo to save my life. I can do it all by myself, thank you!

I blow out a breath, push my anger aside, and focus. “So who do you think they were?”

Gianni’s voice hardens. “I don’t know yet. But I’ll find out. What did they say to you?”

Both times I was confronted by the intruders, they spoke to me, which Gianni obviously saw as he watched on the security camera bank in the safe room. But there’s no audio feed, so he wouldn’t have been able to hear.

“They asked me where Lili was. Said they’d shoot me if I didn’t take them to her.”

Gianni curses under his breath. “I should’ve known.”

“Known what?”

“This joining of our families, the Mafia and the Mob…it’s made Lili a high-profile target.”

Realizing what he means, my stomach turns over. “For kidnapping.”

“Yes. Now I’m not the only one who’d pay a fortune to get her back. Mr. Quinn has a vested interest in her safety, too. Someone wanted to double his money.”

He pauses. His voice drops. “Or prevent the match completely.”

I know what he means without him having to spell it out.

There are plenty of people who’d be glad if the Mafia and the Mob remained enemies forever. By joining our houses, we’ve made powerful allies, but also put ourselves in the sights of those who’d be happier if we stayed at odds.

Lili’s not only in danger of kidnapping. She’s in danger of something far worse.

Murder, for instance.

My blood runs ice cold.

Gripping the phone so hard it shakes, I say, “Russians?”

“Doubtful. Declan O’Donnell has a tie to them. By blood.”

“The king of the Mob is related to the Russians? How?”

“His wife’s sister is pregnant by the boss of the Moscow Bratva.”

That’s shocking news. The Mob and the Bratva have been at each other’s throats for as long as I can remember. “How did that matchup ever happen?”

“By force. She was taken.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Exactly.”

Wonderful. So not only is Lili in danger of being kidnapped and held for ransom or killed to prevent the alliance altogether, she’s also in danger of being stolen and purposely impregnated so an alliance with some other third party would be forced.

She’s now on every mobster’s radar in the States.

And probably worldwide.

Fuming, I say, “Christ, Gianni! I told you not to make the match with this Irishman!”

“Don’t be so shortsighted. We’ll gain far more in the long run than the danger we face now. It’s just a turbulent period we have to navigate until the venture pays off.”

“You know this is your daughter we’re talking about, right? Your own flesh and blood? She’s not an investment in the damn stock market!”

Bored by my concern for his offspring, Gianni sighs. “We’ll come up when Leo arrives. Don’t let Mamma drink too much wine. She gets mouthy when she’s tipsy.”

He hangs up, leaving me growling.

“I’m dying of thirst over here, tesoro.” Mamma taps her empty glass with a fingernail.

I slam down the receiver on the phone and glare at her. “You raised an absolute asshole, you know that?”

She pauses to purse her lips. “Are we talking about your brother?”

“Do you want your wine or not?”

“Sí.”

“Then we’re talking about my brother!”

She tsks. “I’m only teasing you. Mamma mia, you’re so tense lately!”

Crossing to the wine fridge, I say, “Gee, I don’t know why, could be that home invasion we just had.”

Under her breath, she says, “Or something a little more hung.”

I whirl around and stare at her. “I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

She blinks innocently. “What?”