I’m fucking done with that Bastardo. I grab my phone and call Malcom. He starts talking but I issue my command over his hello.
“Meet me at the docks. I want all the files you have on Olivia Fontana.”
I hang up before he even responds, grabbing a hoodie off the back of the couch. If Laney is so worried about Donatello she won’t be with me, I’ll take him out of the picture completely.
“This is everything you have?” I ask Malcom, thumbing through the files. It’s full of images of both Donatello and Olivia and definitely enough to suit what I need it for.
“Yes. There’s a photo in there of her at the house even. Your guy dropped the camera off at the precinct and I printed it out.”
I nod, tucking the folder under my arm. “Perfect.” I spin, heading back toward my SUV.
“What do you need them for?”
I don’t answer him, just get in my ride and drive out of the lot. Capo Famiglia hates impromptu visits, but I want to get the ball rolling on this. I’m tired of playing the game at Donatello’s pace. Using the car phone, I dial the Boss.
“Pronto.”
“I have information you need to see. Immediately.”
He sighs into the phone, and I can imagine him running his palm over his mouth. “What the fuck about?”
“Donatello.” That’s all I say, not wanting to dig into details over the phone.
“Fine. Come to my house and I’ll tell Luca to let you in the gate.” He hangs up and I listen to the dead line until my phone automatically shuts off.
I’m jumping off the deep end with this decision and I can only hope Delaney doesn’t hate me for my role in whatever happens to Donatello over it. But there’s only so many times someone can fuck up before it bites them in the ass, and I’m fucking tired of getting bit over Donatello’s fuck ups.
Luca stops me at the gate and I slow, waiting for the black iron to open up. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”
“I had other work to do.” It’s a partial lie. I’m not about to tell him I got my ass kicked and have been spending most of my time at home. Luca has a big fucking mouth and I don’t need my business spread across the poker table.
“You should come by and play one of these days. Mario’s been on a winning streak.” He smiles resting his arms on my open window frame and I return it. I would actually love to beat Mario, that gloating prick.
“Maybe, but I have a meeting to get to now, Luca.”
He nods, like he forgot why I was even there, and pulls away from the door with a wave. “Stop and talk to me before you leave. It’s boring out here.”
I don’t respond, but nod. I may or may not actually do that. I park in front of the house, my foot barely out the door when a giant ass dog gets up in my face. He’s staring at me like he’s daring me to set my foot on the gravel. I’m extremely familiar with dogs and how to handle them, but handling a strange dog is always somewhat complicated.
“Hey buddy.” I hold my hand up to him, making sure to keep it out of his reach, slowly stepping the rest of the way out of the SUV. He doesn’t move, but his eyes track me. I reach back into the car, keeping my eyes on him as I dig around for one of Duke’s bones. Holding it out in front of me I keep my other hand up, “Do you want a bone?”
His eyes leave mine and snap onto the treat in my hand. He sits and even though he’s still coming off as aggressive, I step forward. He flashes his teeth at me and I pause, shifting the bone closer to his face. “Take it.”
He slowly pulls the bone from my fingers like he thinks I’m going to trick him and I lower my other hand to pet his head, just barely brushing it. “That’s a good boy.”
I don’t actually know if he’s a boy or not, but it seems to appease him because he thumps his tail against the road, letting me give him another head rub. The door opens and out comes who I’m assuming is Beverly, followed by two little fluffy puppies. I’ve never actually seen her in person, but I know of her through both The Boss and Laney.
“There you are.” She completely ignores me, walking straight to the dog who wiggles around to show off his bone. “Did you give him this or did he take it?”
At first I don’t realize she’s talking to me, so it takes me a second to answer. “Oh, I gave it to him. I always have bones and junk in the car for my dog.”
I reach down and pick up a puppy that’s chewing at my boot, and she smiles, “I’m Beverly.” She points at the big dog, “That’s Dylan and the two little ones are Tom and Jerry.”
I laugh, pulling my face away from puppy kisses. “Jessie… and like the cat and mouse?”
She nods, picking up the puppy near her. “Yes. But it works for dogs too, don’t you think?”
She says it in a tone that says I better agree, and I nod,” They’re great names.”
That seems to be the answer she was looking for because her next smile is giant, “See Andrea!” She yells and it startles me, accidentally making the puppy in my arms squeak. Andrea comes around the side of my SUV, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Jessie here says that Tom and Jerry are great names.”
He shakes his head, just noticing me standing there. “Why am I not surprised you’re making friends
