Gian (Trassato Crime Family Book 1) Page 20

  “You know that wouldn’t have worked, and we did you a favor. You didn’t really love him.”

  I swallowed over the lump lodged in my throat. “Then what about Gian? Someone chased us in a car and shot at us. Someone threw a brick through Gian’s door. I know Alix is behind both of those things. Don’t try to deny it. All evidence to the contrary, I’m not gullible enough to believe those things were a coincidence.”

  He scratched the side of his neck. “We did what we had to do. It’s the way things work in our world. Gian Trassato knows this. Hell, he’s done worse, and that’s exactly why I don’t want you anywhere near him. And trust me, he hasn’t let a day go by over the past week without fucking with us. You should be able to live your life untouched by all this shit. That’s what Dad, Mom, and I always wanted.” A hard edge of anger infused with frustration laced his words.

  I stared at my shoes, lost in a daze. The people on the sidewalk wove around us. Horns honked. Music floated out of car windows. People laughed. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked, and a woman screamed insults into her phone. None of it seemed real.

  Memories of Gian assaulted my mind. The way he smiled at me like I was the only person in the world. His taste. His golden eyes. His rough laugh. The way his face crumbled when I told him he wasn’t enough and that we’d never work. My head started to pound again, and my chest felt empty. So empty I might as well have been dead. I clenched my teeth together to suppress the sob on the tip of my tongue.

  Over the last week, I had fallen into a deep darkness that only dancing had pulled me out of. When I danced, I temporarily managed to convince myself I would get through this and stop missing Gian. As soon as the music stopped, I’d get caught up in the messy trap of reminiscing, and I’d promptly dissolve into another weepy fit of tears. Thank God the musical I’d auditioned for today dripped with sadness and melancholy. It suited my mood perfectly.

  “Then cut the ties. Let me live my life how I see fit and make my own decisions.”

  “Maybe at one time that would’ve been possible, but not anymore,” he said so quietly, I strained to hear him.

  I adjusted the strap of my bag. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Now that your connection to us is no longer a secret, you’re a target. Without us, you could be killed or kidnapped for ransom by the end of the week.”

  Bitterness rushed though me like lava, settling in the pit of my stomach. “Great. What am I supposed to do now? Walk around with giant crosshairs on my back?”

  He stepped toward me, reaching into his pocket and pulling something out. He dangled a set of keys from his index finger. “Here.”

  “What’s this?”

  “Keys to your new apartment.”

  I stared at the gold keys like they were a stick of dynamite. “No. I’m not taking anything from you.”

  I’d checked into a hotel last week, promising myself I’d find a more permanent place to live as soon as possible because the money I got pawning the engagement ring from Kevin wouldn’t last for more than a couple of weeks with Manhattan prices. If I didn’t land a role in this play, I’d find a job and move out of the hotel.

  “It’s temporary, and it will make my job a helluva lot easier. The building has a doorman and security. I wrote the address on the key chain.”

  “Is this a consolation prize from dear ol’ Dad?” I raised my eyebrows, an indignant smirk on my face. “Whoops, sorry, long-lost daughter that I abandoned. I know I ruined your life and destroyed more than one of your relationships, but here’s a place to live. This should make up for it.”

  “No. It’s actually my apartment. I’ll stay somewhere else until you get back on your feet.”

  I inched backward. “No.” I didn’t want to be indebted to anyone ever again. I needed to stand on my own two feet.

  “Just take them.” He shoved the keys into my pocket. “Think of it as my penance for lying to you.”

  “Are you going stay there with me?”

  He glanced to the side. “I’ll stay with Dad’s family.”

  My stomach pitched. “He has another family?”

  “A wife and two daughters. They’re a good ten years older than us.”

  “So Mom was his mistress?” I asked, my mouth twisting with revulsion.

  He shifted on his boot-clad feet. “Don’t feel bad for Mom. She knew the score.”

  “His wife doesn’t care that he shoves his bastard son in her face?”

  “He wanted a son, and she couldn’t have any more kids. They made a deal. He got his son, and she got to keep her life as long as she welcomed me into their house every summer. It worked out for everyone.”

  I fought back a scream of frustration. I couldn’t believe this. My life was a joke that never stopped. “I guess that makes me collateral damage. A necessary evil. An unwanted complication on the road to conceiving the golden child.”

  “Don’t think about it like that,” he said, pity splashed all over his face. “Dad loves you as much as he does the rest of his kids. He just has a screwed-up way of showing it.”

  Fuck this. I was going to use the apartment. I saved and scraped over the last few years, trying to make my dreams comes true. My brother was right. He owed me.

  “It’s too late.” I pulled the keys from my pocket and dangled them from my fingers. “Thanks for the place to live. I’ll text you when I move out.”

  I took a few steps backward then paused. “Oh, and Kon?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Don’t contact me ever again. You can slink around in the shadows and do whatever it is you do, but I never want to see you or anyone in my so-called family again. You’re all dead to me, and if any of you meddle in my life again, I’ll find a way to kill you myself.”

  CHAPTER

  THIRTY-SEVEN

  Carmela Trassato

  Two Months Later…

  I stared at the man known as Bloody Alix and his son, Konstantin. My hands trembling in my lap, I kept my face a cold mask. These assholes would eat me for dinner if I showed any weakness. I couldn’t believe Evie was related to these two men.

  “What can you offer us?” Konstantin said, popping a powdered sugar confection into his mouth like we were discussing the weather.

  I straightened my spine, refusing to give in to the urge to cower in front of them even though one well-aimed insult would expose me for what I really was—an uptight ball of anxiety waiting for a reason to tuck my tail between my legs and run out of here.

  “Just Evie’s happiness. She’s part of your family. Isn’t that enough? She loves my brother, and he loves her.” I lifted my hands in a plea. “Why are you standing in their way?”

  “Love is for fools.” Evie’s dad slid his elbows along the rust-colored fabric covering the round table. “They may think they love each other now, but give it a year. The things they loved about each other will become the very things they can’t stand. It will build and build until the love they shared mutates into hatred. In another year, the hatred will become indifference, and they’ll wish they’d never met. I’m saving them a lifetime of bullshit. They should be thanking me for ending the farce before it’s too late.”

  Stunned, I blinked, then a rough chuckle escaped my mouth. “You don’t really believe that.”

  He ran his fingers through his reddish-gray hair, his eyes void of emotion.

  What a soulless bastard.

  “I don’t give a shit about love stories. Maybe you can offer me something more tangible to convince me to reconsider.”

  I cleared my dry throat. “Like what?”

  He leaned back in his chair, propping his thick meaty fingers behind his head. “Like unfettered access to the Trassato territories to distribute my goods. I think your brother owes me that, considering he pilfered six of my high-roller poker players this week alone. Do you have any idea how much money he’s cost me?”

  “I didn’t come here as a representative of the Trassato family.” I crossed and uncrosse
d my legs, trying to get comfortable. “I can’t make any deals on their behalf.”

  Alix pushed his chair away from the table, and the wooden legs scraped across the cream-colored tile floor. “Then you’re wasting my time, missy. You don’t have anything I want. Send someone who has the power to bargain because I’m fucking sick of your brother’s antics. I’ve let him play his little games, but I’m done.” His eyes narrowed. “Unless…”

  Alix wrapped one arm around Konstantin’s shoulder and pulled him close. I couldn’t make out his hushed whispers.

  Konstantin folded his arms across his chest. “That’s fucked up.”

  Alix grinned like a maniac. “Kon, don’t play coy. I didn’t miss the way you looked at her at the Trassatos’ house, and I know how much you want to make this right for your sister. You’ve been in my ear nonstop about making peace with her. This would be the perfect way to give everyone a happy ending.”

  “Everyone except me.”

  Konstantin speared me with his icy glare as he drummed his tattooed hand on the table. Intricate stars, triangles, and crosses decorated his fingers like rings. Equal measures of interest and disgust curled in my gut. Since he and his dad stormed into my parents’ home a couple of months ago, he’d dominated enough of my thoughts to make me more than a little uneasy.

  “Get over yourself. Men like us don’t have a normal life with a wife and white picket fence. We get something better: power and wealth.”

  He blew out a breath. “I’ll do it only if it happens on my terms.”

  Alix lifted his chin. “Fine, make it work, and I won’t have any complaints.”

  I wiped a sweaty palm down the side of my face. “What are you talking about?

  Kon stood, and he looked so much bigger than I remembered. The corners of his lips curled up, making his angular face handsome. He wore a black leather jacket with jeans and a silver-studded leather belt. At that moment, he commanded the room, even more so than his father.

  He ran a tattooed finger ran down my cheek to the hard line of my jaw, and his leather jacket squeaked. With a flick of his hand, he tipped up my face. His too plump lips hovered within a hairsbreadth of my mouth. I could smell the powdered sugar on his breath. I barely suppressed a shudder while I waited for him to speak.

  “I know how to make this work.”

  My eyes widened and hope surged through me. “How?”

  “We do a trade.”

  “A trade?” I parroted, the two words scraping over my vocal cords like sandpaper.

  “Yes.” He stroked the length of my hair. “My sister for Gian’s sister. How does that sound?”

  My heart rate skyrocketed even as my mind refused to do the math. “What are you suggesting?”

  Konstantin leaned forward, and the smell of leather and wood wrapped around me like an embrace. “You know exactly what I’m suggesting.” His lips vibrated against the shell of my ear, and the weird, combustible chemistry always buzzing and crackling between us raised the fine hairs on the back of my neck. “But I’m happy to clarify. Gian gets my sister without any conditions, and we get engaged.”

  Shock ricocheted through my chest like a pinball machine, and I jumped out of my chair. “No. Absolutely not. I can’t make that deal. I don’t have that kind of power, and my family would never accept it.”

  Konstantin shrugged, unconcerned. “Then it looks like your brother will have to accept that he will never come within a hundred feet of my sister again, or I’ll slice him into a million pieces and feed him to my dog.”

  I tipped my head toward the ceiling, staring at the garish red paint and brass chandelier with detached fascination. I wanted Evie and Gian to be happy. God knew I did, and I’d do most anything to make it happen. Be that as it may, I didn’t know if I could spend my life tethered to Konstantin. He may have been Evie’s brother, but where Evie was light, he was dark. And I was pretty sure ice water, not blood, pumped through his veins.

  I groaned. “I can’t.”

  “Is that your final answer?” Alix hissed.

  “How will an engagement between your son and me benefit you?”

  “Well, let’s just call it a step in the right direction.”

  “Or it will start a war.”

  “I’m not worried. Your family won’t go to war with me after what happened with the DiTonnos.”

  I closed my eyes, hoping to stave off the landslide memories about my dead fiancé. It didn’t work. Rocco’s open smile and his dark eyes haunted me. My heart still ached with how much I missed him. I’d do anything to have another day with him. I’d never love anyone the way I loved him. Truthfully, I couldn’t remember a day when I hadn’t loved him. He was my childhood friend, my lover, and eventually my fiancé, and he’d been dead for nearly two years. Images of Rocco plaited together, making me hurt deep inside my bones. With a blinding clarity, I knew the feeling would never disappear entirely.

  If Evie and Gian loved each other half as much as I loved Rocco, I couldn’t let this opportunity slip through my fingers. While I might never find love again, it didn’t mean I had to my condemn brother and my best friend to loveless life. Besides, it didn’t matter if I committed my foreseeable future to the man next to me. My heart was dead, and it would never beat again. Not for anyone and certainly not for Konstantin Trincher.

  “Fine,” I rasped, dread spreading like venom through my vital organs. “I’ll do it.”

  A smirk stretched across Alix’s face, crinkling his already weatherworn face, and my stomach lurched. “It looks like we have a deal.”

  I fingered the engagement ring that dangled from a long chain around my neck. My mom had been begging me to take it off for over a year. She’d got it in her held that the gesture would help me move on. Well, now she had her wish, only not in the way she would have liked.

  I cleared my throat. “Are you going to contact my brother, or should I?”

  Alix strummed his fingers on his thigh, his eyes holding me prisoner. “I’ll send you something indicating we’ve removed any objections to Gian’s involvement with Evangeline.”

  “Thank you.” I exhaled. “What about me?”

  “Don’t worry about it.” Konstantin squeezed my shoulder, and goose bumps broke out over my arms. I hated that my body reacted to him, and I sent out a silent prayer for indifference. “We’ll work out the details later. I’m not in any rush.”

  Unable to utter a single word, I nodded. I fled the tiny Russian restaurant in Brighton Beach without looking back, my favorite black heels ticking like a countdown to the end of the world. I’d sold my soul to the devil. Thinking about my future almost made me throw up.

  CHAPTER

  THIRTY-EIGHT

  Gian

  “Gian, this needs to stop.”

  I drained my glass of whiskey, the now familiar burn the only thing that made me feel alive these days. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Carmela.”

  “I know what’s going on. I know you’re screwing with the Russians every chance you get. I know you’re drinking too much. I know you’re pissing people off purely because you can. You’re being reckless, and that’s not who you are.”

  I slammed my glass down, the ice rattling together. “You don’t know shit.”

  She shut the door to my office with a definitive thud. “Contrary to what Dad and Dominick think, Mom and I do have eyes and ears. We hear the whispered conversations. We see the strained looks.”

  I clenched the arms of my chair. “So what?”

  “In case you haven’t noticed, Dad is dying sooner rather than later, and rather than making peace with his life, he’s going out of his mind because he’s worried about you, which means Mom is coming out of her skin.”

  I didn’t need this shit right now. I had all the guilt and regrets I could swallow. “They don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine. I’m better than fine. The club has never made so much money. I went on a date with the Amato girl like Mom asked. What more do you want from me?”


  That would be the last date I went on for a long time. I could barely be civil to the woman. There was nothing wrong with her. She was attractive. She had a pleasant smile. Our families were friendly, except she wasn’t her. I spent the entire night counting off the minutes until I could leave without offending her or her family. After sixty-three minutes, I slapped a wad of money on the table and hailed her a cab.

  Carmela’s lips puckered. “I want you to be happy.”

  “Dammit, Carmela. Leave it alone. Okay? I don’t want to do this tonight.” I stood and edged around my desk. “I have a meeting in ten minutes. You need to go.”

  She stuck her hand in her tote bag, rooting around for something. “Opening night is tomorrow.”

  I shuffled some papers on my desk, ignoring the dull ache in my chest. Fortunately, my sister was smart enough not to mention Evie by name. The last time she did, I came unglued. I woke up with a black eye and a hangover I wouldn’t forget for years. “Great. Have fun.”

  She tossed a rectangular ticket on my desk paper clipped to a white envelope. “This is for you.”

  Hope flickered inside of my chest. “Who gave you this?”

  “I bought the ticket for you. I thought you’d want to see the show.”

  I eyed the ticket like it was a snake primed to bite me. “Yeah, well, you were wrong. She doesn’t want anything to do with me, and even if she did, it wouldn’t matter.”

  “It matters because you love her.”

  I swiped the ticket and envelope from my desk and held it out to her. “Goodbye, Carmela.”

  She swatted it away. “Read the letter, you stubborn jerk.”

  “Is it from her?”

  “No.” She rolled her eyes. “Read it anyway. You’ll like what it says.”

  I tossed the ticket on the chair next to Carmela and slid my finger across the seam of the envelope.

  Gian,

  I no longer have any objections to your involvement with our mutual acquaintance. You’re free to pursue her without interference.