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Time was still going by slow, so I wasn’t sure if she was gone five seconds or five minutes, but soon, white towels covered the mess: the red of the wine seeping into the purity of the white color, soaking every last thread until the towel was just as hellish as the liquid that filled it.

I used to be that towel.

White.

“Maybe you should sit down.” Trace pushed me onto the bed just as Mo came out of the bathroom, her eyes puffy.

“Wow, you took that news well.” Mo wiped her cheeks and smiled through fresh tears.

“His son?” I repeated. “But—”

“I’ll give you the short version,” Mo interrupted. “Tex was sent away when he was really little to stay with our family. A sort of mafia war or something broke out in parts of Sicily, and they thought the heir to the awesomeness that is the Campisi family would be safer in America with one of the most powerful families in the States.”

Trace joined us on the bed, quiet as Mo continued the story.

“I don’t know exactly what happened. I mean, we were all still in diapers, but the truce was broken by one of the families — either the Campisis or the Abandonatos. Nobody really knows, but in the end, um… in the end, Tex stayed until he was old enough to make a choice. See, he didn’t really know his own family. Again, I don’t know the whole story. Some say the Abandonatos stole the heir and caused an all-out war — another fun reason we don’t ever deal directly with the Campisi family, but go through Luca, the minion, if you will.”

I nodded, taking my time to process what she’d just said. “But what about five years ago? You said he’s had five years to adjust.”

“Right.” Mo sniffled again. “Thanks to my jackass of a dad, nobody told Tex — or any of us — until five years ago. By then the choice was basically made for him. Turn his back on the family he’s known his entire life, never to see them again, move to Sicily and take his place… or stay.”

“And be cut off.” Trace finished.

“Cut off?” I repeated. “What does that even mean?”

“He’s not an Abandonato, and he’s not technically a Campisi. — I mean, I guess he is. Blood and all that. He’s just not recognized by them. Tex is a made man. His birthright is bluer than anyone in America, but to claim it means—”

“Losing everything,” I finished. “So he stayed.”

“And he gets paid handsomely,” Mo said tightly. “But nothing like what he deserves.”

After a few moments of silence, I giggled.

Trace’s and Mo’s eyes widened with horror, but I couldn’t stop the fit of laughter erupting out of me.

Wow, I wasn’t making any friends, but I couldn’t help it. “After all that, you still want to eat everything in the mini-bar and charge it to his card?”

“Hey.” Mo cracked a smile and then started laughing. “He could be a freaking saint, and I would still charge to his damn card. That guy is a pain in my ass!”

“But you still love him.” Trace smiled, patting Mo’s leg. “Admit it.”

“I admit nothing.” Mo closed her eyes and crossed her arms, then with a loud laugh said, “Except… I’ve been eyeing those stupid M&M’s for the last ten minutes. I don’t care who pays for them. I just need food. Too many tears were shed, and chocolate cures everything.”

“And wine,” I added. “Chocolate and wine.”

“And hot men.” Trace winked at me.

“Weird, because aren’t the hot men what drive you toward the chocolate and wine? Yet after you’re done with all that self-loathing, you crawl right back to the six-pack with a silly grin on your face and stars in your eyes.”

“Hmph,” we all said in unison. I took a swig of wine directly from the bottle.

“Speaking of six-packs.” Trace cleared her throat. “How’s Chase?”

The wine spewed out of my mouth, landing on the red floor. The dark carpet soaked up the red immediately leaving a large wet spot that looked more like water than anything.

“We’re so going to have to pay damages.” Mo shook her head. “And we’ve been here like fifteen minutes.”

“Our damage is a wine stain in their red carpet. It’s Vegas. That’s normal.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “The boys’ damage is gonna be blood.”

We all looked at one another and then started laughing all over again. “Then again…” I stole an M&M from Mo. “It is Vegas.”

“To Vegas!” Trace took the wine bottle from my hands and lifted it in the air.

“To six-packs!” Mo held up an M&M.

Both girls set their eyes on me, waiting. I laughed and lifted my one M&M into the air. “To the craziest honeymoon in history.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Nixon

“That’s enough, Chase.” I jerked him away from the bloody mess and semi-mangled body. But Chase lunged again for William’s face. “I said…” I gripped his shoulders and shoved him toward Tex. “…that’s enough.”

“Sorry.” Chase stepped away from the rat bastard, a smirk of self-satisfaction plastered all over his face. “I didn’t hear you.”

“My ass,” Tex said from the corner, grinning like an idiot as he took Chase’s place and pulled out a switchblade. “Now, we can do this the easy way.” He pointed to himself. “Or the hard way.” He pointed to me and smirked. “And word to the wise? Always choose easy.”

William spat in Tex’s face.

With a laugh, Tex wiped his face, handed me the switchblade, then walked toward the bar and poured himself a drink. “He’s all yours, man.”

Smirking, I pulled the little freak to his feet and dragged him to the bathroom. “Don’t feel like talking, hmm? Think you’re tough? A mafia bad ass?”

I threw him against the wall, his head cracked against the tile. After a second push, blood ran from the back of his neck. I leaned in and growled, “You disgust me.”

To his credit, the guy didn’t even yell. Maybe he wanted to die, maybe he didn’t care, but I couldn’t take that chance. I needed to know for sure who he worked for because if it wasn’t Campisi, someone else was tailing our every move.

I kicked his legs out from underneath him and pushed him into the shower, motioning for Chase to hold him against the floor. I grabbed a washcloth and put it over William Herald’s face and then started the Jacuzzi tub. Chase’s hands were on either side of William’s body, holding him down as he choked and gasped for air.

“Enough,” Tex said from behind me.

Obviously I’d done enough if Tex was the voice of reason. That happened once every ten years.

I turned off the water and pulled the washcloth from his face. “Ready to talk yet? A simple nod will do.”

Hatred dripped from his eyes.

I tilted my head to the side. “Impressive.”

With a grunt, I pushed him down again and motioned for Chase to hold his jaw open as I turned on the water, this time leaving it on twice as long. William’s body started to shake.

Cursing, I turned off the water and pulled the cloth off for a second time. “Memory still fuzzy? Or you think we can have a nice little chat. Tell you what.” I tapped his face with my hand. “I’ll even pour you a drink, and when you’re done spilling your guts, put you up in one of the nicest rooms in the hotel, William. How does that sound? I may even send you a nice call girl, someone real classy, maybe two. Hell, I’ll send you three.”

Snot mixed with spit trailed down William’s chin and onto his chest. He gave a jerky nod. Chase got off of him and tugged him to his feet.

We walked in silence back to the main living room and each poured a drink. When I handed our guest his whiskey, he could barely hold it in his hand, let alone drink it without getting it all over his face. Maybe we’d beaten him too much. Or maybe he was just a really good actor.

“Spill,” I pulled out my gun and aimed it at his face, “or this ends here and now.”

“You’d kill me without knowing who sent me?” William threatened, his voice gravelly and hoarse.