was needed. I doubted I would be though. Lorenzo liked to handle these things himself. It was a sure fire way to get an audience with the boss.
My ears pricked as I heard the footsteps above us, then a squeak of a door. They were on the stairs, and within seconds we’d see the thief. Lorenzo would show him exactly what happened when you stole from the Beretta Mafia. He’d never be able to forget.
It was silent, so silent you could hear a pin drop as they entered the basement. Rafael was up front, his usual grin nowhere to be seen. There was no doubt you could tell that he was Romeo’s brother. They were two years apart, but they were vastly different. Where Romeo was hard edges and brutal—just like his father Antonio—Rafael was more like his mother—gentle, happy. Antonio had said he thought Rafael wouldn’t make it, but Lorenzo hadn’t cared. He wanted Rafael in the organization, no matter what.
They halted a few feet away from Lorenzo, and it was only then that I turned to the thief who had caused us to be down here.
My body jerked and I bit down on my bottom lip to keep my words trapped inside.
No.
It couldn’t be.
What the fuck?
CHAPTER 10
LUNA
I groaned, the banging in my head reminiscent of being drilled from the inside out. Crap. What happened? My muscles ached and as I stretched my arm out, I grunted. Pins and needles pricked at me. I must have slept awkwardly or—
“She’s waking up,” a deep voice said from beside me.
I snapped my eyes open, trying to take everything in all at once.
We were moving. A car.
A man was sitting beside me and one in the front.
Where was I? Where were they taking me? And who the hell were they?
“We’re nearly there,” the voice from the front of the car said.
I swallowed, looking anywhere but at their faces as I tried to remember what had happened.
Stan
Fuck. Stan.
Everything came flooding back, making my stomach churn as I realized I was in the Mercedes that I’d stolen a bag from.
“I—”
“Shut up!” the man from the front shouted, his tone so deep and scary it effectively glued my lips together.
I slowly sat up, shaking my arm out, and stared out of the window. I had no idea where I was, but I knew the neighborhood we were driving through was nothing like the one we’d come from. The houses were bigger here, gates closing each of them off.
“He’s not answering,” the guy up front said as the tires squealed when he took a corner. My head smacked against the window and I winced, reaching up, and feeling fresh blood as well as dried blood.
He’d hit me. What had he hit me with? Whatever it was, it had knocked me out. I closed my eyes, pressing my hand to my stomach. I should have known that something like this would happen. It was only a matter of time. This fresh start absolutely sucked.
I shunted forward as the brakes were slammed on. The guy beside me stretched his arm out and my chest smacked into it. He’d acted on instinct, and if the expression on his face when I turned to look at him was anything to go by, he hadn’t meant to. Either way, it had stopped me from face planting into the back of the driver’s seat.
Looking up, I saw a man walk to the car. Where had he come from? The guy in the front said something to him then the man walked back to a huge set of gates. Gigantic B’s were bent into the metal, painted gold. Where the hell were we?
The guy up front huffed and held something to his ear. “Are you with Lorenzo?” Lorenzo? Who was that? “Let us in. We have a problem.” He looked in the rearview mirror, meeting my gaze for the first time. “A real big fuckin’ problem.”
I wasn’t sure what to do, how to act, but I knew I had to get away. I couldn’t stay in this car with these two men. For all I knew they were taking me to my death. Fuck. I had to get away.
My eyes soaked in every little thing as the gates opened and he drove us through them. He pulled to a stop outside two big doors that were the entrance to the biggest mansion I’d ever seen. A tall water feature took up space in the middle of a circular driveway, surrounded by rose bushes