wasn’t used to their ways. Vittorio noticed Giovanni put his arm around her, lean close and whisper something that had his wife smiling. Vittorio liked that his brother was always aware when Sasha was uncomfortable with anything.
“Grace was in that home four years before an actual investigation was conducted and the couple were arrested and charged.” His hands fisted so hard his knuckles cracked. “Four years of fucking hell before the couple was finally arrested. The husband was given a suspended sentence due to his injuries from the accident and the wife was given two years, but never served time. She has since applied for a foster care license numerous times and been turned down, but Rosina found they run an unlicensed daycare.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Ricco asked. “That’s insane.”
“Where are they?” Giovanni asked.
“Upstate New York,” Vittorio said with some satisfaction. “Our territory. We can turn over the investigation to the cousins there. See what turns up. No way have they stopped what they were doing, not with that kind of slap on the wrist.”
Stefano nodded. “It’s already done. The New York branch of the family is on it.”
“That’s so terrible, Vittorio,” Francesca said. “I can’t go see her in the hospital, but when you can, please bring her here.”
“Dr. Arnold explained they wanted her kept in intensive care for a long stay with round-the-clock nurses,” Stefano said gently, “but we’ll bring her here as soon as they tell us it’s okay to do so.”
“She’s in our private suite, eyes on her all the time. An artery had to be repaired and the shoulder is in pieces. If you see the damage done, the bone was shattered. Dr. Arnold doesn’t want to move her. The first few days he’ll keep her as sedated as he can. Then, once they bring her around, they don’t want any movement until those bones begin to heal. She has enough plates and pins everywhere, trying to hold her together. She’s going to have a long rehab, honey,” Vittorio explained to Francesca, “but I’ll definitely bring her to you when I can. In the meantime, I have to convince her I’m the one for her.”
“There’s no doubt she’ll think you’re amazing,” Emme said staunchly.
The other women nodded their heads. “She’ll be so lucky to have you,” Mariko said.
Sasha remained silent, but her eyes met Vittorio’s and he could see the knowledge there. She saw inside him. She knew what kind of man he was. What he needed and would insist on. His woman had to be very courageous—and very trusting. You didn’t get the latter trait living in the kind of home Grace had lived in and then being betrayed by the one person you probably thought of as family. He had a long road ahead of him to win his lady.
“What else do you have on her?” Giovanni asked.
“She works for an event planner, a woman by the name of Katie Branscomb.”
All four women nodded their heads. “Katie owns KB Events and is the number-one event planner here in that industry,” Emme said. “Everyone we know uses her.”
“Grace is her personal assistant and according to Katie, she’s the force behind the real planning. She makes things happen. They’re very popular with customers because Grace always gets the customer exactly what they want.”
“Why would the Saldis think they could kidnap a woman with a reputation like that?” Taviano asked. “Her boss would come looking for her. She had customers that have all the money in the world at their disposal. Those customers would most likely help Katie Branscomb find her absent assistant.”
“Do you think they were after her specifically, or that’s who Phillips had to offer for his gambling debts?”
“It sounded more like it was very specific and they were going to take her regardless of what either of them said. Phillips was too far gone to read them accurately. They were going to kill him the moment they had her in the car,” Vittorio said with absolute certainty. He’d spent his life reading others. He knew Sarto and Gori were there to kill Haydon Phillips. “Miceli never sends those two out without a reason. I’m afraid that reason is Grace.”
“She stands out,” Stefano said. “Even with blood all over her, and her face as white as a sheet, you could still see the beauty there. Someone noticed her. Maybe Miceli, but if not him, maybe someone he owed a favor to. If Grace was that favor, is she still?”