There’s an email from an unknown sender, clicking on it, I frown at the message that has several accompanying photographs attached.
Ignoring the email message, I scroll down to the photo and I freeze. The breath in my lungs freezes. It’s me, pointing a gun at Gallo’s wife. The next photo is blood spraying around her head, me still pointing that gun at her.
My fingers move faster than I thought possible, scrolling to the top to see the message. It’s simple. Too fucking simple.
YOU’RE A BAD BOY. I’M WATCHING YOU. DO WHAT I WANT AND YOU’LL BREATHE FREE AND EASY. I’LL BE IN TOUCH.
Frowning, I sit back in my chair and focus on the first picture, then scroll down to the second. Who the fuck could have known we were going there? Who the fuck could have followed us?
Picking up my phone, I call Brando.
“Yeah?” he asks, picking up the phone.
“You got a minute to meet in person?” I ask.
“Meet you at Prospect Park, usual spot in thirty?”
Ending the call, I push my chair back, powering down my computer. I pull the email up on my phone, take a couple screenshots of the photos so that I can send them to Brando after I talk to him, then shove my phone in my pocket.
Making my way out of my office, I head toward Pippa. It doesn’t take me long to find her, she’s in her new closet. Her clothes are put away, I’m surprised that she doesn’t have more. As soon as she senses me, she turns around.
“Massimo?” she asks as soon as her eyes find mine.
Closing the distance between us, I slide my hand around her waist, pulling her close to my chest as I dip my chin. Touching my mouth to hers, I taste her sweet lips.
“I have to go out for a little while, I’ll bring home dinner.”
Her entire body stiffens and I hold my breath for a moment, waiting for her anger. It doesn’t come. Instead, she nods her head stiffly, then gives me a forced smile.
“Okay,” she says.
My lips twitch, knowing that she’s trying to hold her tongue and it looks as though it’s physically painful for her to do. One of my hands slides down to grab ahold of her ass, the other I lift and wrap around the side of her neck.
Tilting my head to the side, I touch my lips to hers, then slide my tongue inside of her hot mouth. She moans, her back automatically arching, her tits pressing against my chest as she moans into my mouth.
Nibbling on her bottom lip, I break the kiss with a growl. “I won’t be long, what do you want for dinner?” I murmur against her lips.
“Doesn’t matter, as long as you come with it,” she breathes.
I moan, taking a step back from her. “Dress up for me again?” I ask.
“In lingerie?”
Licking my lips, my eyes drag over her body. “Yeah.”
Without another word, before I fuck her against the wall, I turn and walk away. I need to get this meet over with, get her some food, and then I’m going to spend the rest of the night fucking her so that tomorrow while I’m at work, she’ll be too sore to leave our bed. Then I’m going to do it all over again.
Chapter Fifteen
MASSIMO
Taking a joint out of my pocket, I light it while I wait for Brando. Closing my eyes, I enjoy the smoke as it starts to mellow me out. I’ve been wound fucking tight the past two weeks, specifically since the wedding, now there’s this goddamn email, I need to fucking relax.
“I can’t believe you’re smoking that shit while meeting with a fuckin’ cop,” Brando snorts.
Opening my eyes, I tip my chin down and silently invite him to sit on the bench next to me. Reaching into my pocket, I take out another joint and offer it to him. He curses as he reaches for it. I watch as he lights the smoke and moans as soon as it hits him.
“Fuck,” he groans.
“Right?”
“You always have the good shit,” he murmurs.
“I only buy premium shit for myself,” I admit.
He nods. “What’d you want to talk to me about?”
Digging my phone out of my pocket, I pull up the photographs and hand him the device. I hear his intake of breath, then watch as he lifts his wide eyes to meet mine. Something flashes in his eyes, but I can’t tell what it means and I really don’t care.
“What the fuck?” he hisses.
Shaking my head, I let out a small laugh. “Got an email with those pictures attached. Who the fuck could have known we were there? Who the fuck got close enough to take those?” I demand.
Brando stares at me for a moment, then curses. “I didn’t tell a fucking soul. Just you and Luca knew what the fuck was going on. Nobody else. What about you? Got anyone pissed off at you?” he says, rambling.
“Yeah.” I chuckle. “Every fucking business owner that I had to raise their protection collection on per Gavino’s orders.” Neither of us speaks for a moment until I turn to him. “Can you figure out who sent it, if I forward you the email?”
Brando snorts. “I can’t use police resources for that, shit like that they monitor. Besides I’d have to have someone else hack, I’m terrible at that shit.” Brando shrugs a shoulder. “Watch your back. Call me if you need me.”
“If they found me there, they probably saw you too,” I point out.
Brando nods his head. “Yeah,” he sighs. “Gotta watch my own back, which means we can’t meet up in public like this again.”
“If we have to talk again, we’ll do it at the restaurant,” I suggest.
Brando nods as we both stand. “Fuck, I’ll let you know if I hear anything,” he murmurs.
“Me too.”
Without another word, we both turn away
