Page 43 of The Don
I tug the blanket up to cover her body, and as I’m lifting it, I see something on the back of her neck. There’s a small scar peeking out from under her hair. As gently as I can, I move her hair to the side and see there are several more scars. They’re small and faint, but they’re there. They look like tiny cut marks that have healed, leaving behind the light reminders.
Did my nephew do this to her?
I run my tongue over my teeth as I fix the covers and stare at my Amorina. She’s going to have to tell me what he did so I can take care of her.
Blinking, I realize I’m still staring at her scars, but I need to get up and get to work. I won’t be able to find him if I stay in bed with my girl all day. There’s plenty of time to hold her once I know Adrian is dead. But for now, I have work to do.
My side protests painfully as I push up out of bed and head into the bathroom. But I continue because I’m not going to fail my girl. Once done in the bathroom, I head back out to the bedroom and stand for a moment gazing at Eliza and how peacefully she’s sleeping. Storm has now jumped up onto the bed and is settled into her side. “Look after her,” I say to him before continuing to get dressed for the day.
When I’ve finished, I walk toward the kitchen to find Maria is already pouring me a coffee. She looks me over and hands me a cup. “How are you feeling, Signore?”
“I’m fine.” I take the cup and sip on it as I lean against the counter to watch her crack eggs into a large bowl.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m fine,” I repeat with a hard tone.
“The room has been cleaned, and I’m making eggs for breakfast. Go sit, I’ll bring it out once I’m done.”
I stay leaning against the counter sipping my coffee before I walk into the dining room. Dante is already sitting, flicking through his tablet. He lifts his gaze to look at me and acknowledges me with a jerk of his head. “How’s the side?”
“It’s a scratch.”
“Good.”
I sit and fire up my tablet to check on emails. “What did you find out about the ambush last night?”
“All fucking prospects from the Fallen.”
“Low level scum.” I shake my head as I stare at the screen trying to figure out what to do next. “One of them yesterday said ‘it was supposed to be easy.’”
“I remember that,” Dante says.
“They’ve got someone helping them, giving them information.” Dante nods. “Adrian?”
“Yeah, everything is coming together. The fact three clubs were hit simultaneously earlier, and the attempted theft last night, all point to Adrian.”
“We need to find him.”
“He’s deep underground, and if he’s smart, he’ll stay there,” Dante says.
Dante is right; he won’t do his own dirty work. “What’s he promising the Fallen in exchange for protection?” My brain is working overtime.
“It’s not like he’s going to get the reins of the business once you’re gone. That goes to Dominic now.”
“I’ll fucking kill him if it’s the last thing I do.”
Dante snickers. “You and me both, boss.”
Maria enters and sets the table with three sets of flatware. “I’ll go wake Miss Eliza,” Maria says.
“Let her sleep,” I instruct.
She smiles and nods before she leaves and returns quickly with two plates each containing a fluffy omelette, crispy bacon, and grilled tomatoes. “Thank you, Maria,” Dante says. Dante waits a moment, then turns to ensure Maria isn’t in the dining room before saying, “I’m going to fast-track the shed.”
“Good, when will it be ready?”
“It’ll be ready by tomorrow.”