Inéz couldn’t be sure that her words wouldn’t anger Noah once again if she’d openly accused him, so she opted for a question instead. And in spite of all, she knew of the man, her words were still were filled with as much fear as hope.
"No, cara, I haven’t. And I don’t intend to do so. I’m not sure what I will make of her yet, but killing isn’t among the alternatives."
Inéz was surprised by him again. Noah didn’t seem like the type with morals. She hadn’t expected him to sound so disgusted with the accusation. But it was almost like he cared.
"Famigliamight not make differences between men and women, but as far as I know she did nothing wrong. She was a pawn in this game. I just wanted to make Cesarino think otherwise. He wanted to seem like an uncaring father but I knew better. Regret was the last thing on his mind when we left and I certainly hope that it still was when Flavio killed him. Unless he is still having fun breaking the fucker."
Thinking of the younger Falcone covered in blood, cutting the man over and over again and hearing agonized screams wasn’t something Inéz wanted to picture. She didn’t know him, but she wasn’t sure which brother was more messed up. They were insane and deserved one another.
"So it was all an act when you spoke about kidnapping his wife, the whorehouse and having sex with Anastasia?"
"Oh no, it wasn’t an act. I still will kidnap his wife. She’s the fucking cousin of the New York boss so it’ll be to my advantage. He will do whatever I want to get his family back," he explained, before continuing. "And having sex with Anastasia? I fuck, cara. I don’t have fucking sex. But I haven’t decided yet. As I said she won’t pay with her blood, nor am I going to have her raped, but who knows, she will probably be a willing participant if I make up my mind."
"Not every woman is into you."
Noah smirked getting up from the couch. He circled it to stand behind the girl. His hand pulled back her hair from one arm as he moved his lips closer to her ear.
"You are, so your point is invalid, cara," he whispered, sending shivers down her spine as she felt his warm breath on her skin.
Next thing she knew Noah grabbed her forearm and turned her around so she was looking into his eyes, barely able to hold his scrutinizing gaze. His eyes flashed with some kind of realization, but Inéz couldn’t put her finger on what that was exactly.
"I don’t intend for you to fuck my Capodecina, Inéz. We will figure out the approach that can make him give up the information beforehand," he promised.
It made Inéz understand something really important. Noah liked playing mind games with people, but it was all there was when it came to her. He was mad and threatened her because of that. However, there never was a question as to how far she would have to go while spying for him.
CHAPTER 8
It was afternoon when they arrived at Las Vegas. The travel time was filled with Noah explaining to them exactly how they were about to get initiated. Seeing the pride emerge from the man as he spoke, it could be easily seen how committed he was to this insular mafia world. As a kingpin of the underworld, he led the organization. It was the inside that was important, the sordid deals, violence and murders. Not the coverup of being a businessman in the real estate industry. Of course, the Falcone brothers were billionaires because of the properties they owned - hotels, casinos, offices. Most of The Strip belonged to them. While Noah was known as the CEO of Falcone Enterprises, Flavio acted as the sales representative. It gave the brothers the perfect false pretense as to why they were so rich, how come they invested in all those different businesses. But double bookkeeping was any crime family’s forte. Most mob members were on the payroll but doing different jobs than what they were listed for on the official papers. That’s just how it worked.
Inéz hadn’t said a word during the flight, as she was already too enraged with the part she would have to play in the Famiglia. Also, theCapostill seemed to be infuriated with her behavior earlier, and it would only lead to another fight. She was scared. With the idea of becoming a pole dancer just to spy on the Capodecina, who wouldn’t hesitate to kill her if he found out. With becoming a full-fledged member of the mafia. The risk was immense, and she wondered whetheritwas worth it.
Even worse was the voice in her head, announcing over and over again how extremely thrilling and wonderful the whole experience would be. A voice that she wanted to shut up once and for all because her feelings were scarier than the actual actions.
"What about Inéz?" asked Drew as they landed and headed towards the center of the city.
Noah was driving his Aston Martin to his penthouse where all three of them would be living for a while. When they were officially initiated, they would move out and get their own place together, or each of them individually. Whatever they preferred. Attachment to the omertà also meant a vast range of possibilities to earn a lot of money, get involved in numerous businesses and have a backup plan at all times. People could say many things about the dangerous mafia world, but if the crime was done right it paid off. And that was exactly why people wanted to become part of this life. Because they were not alone,
