trusting Alexis has become so second nature that I hadn’t even considered her flipping as a possibility.
“You said no,” I reply. “I trust you, Alexis.”
She looks fully awake now, blinking at me somewhat in surprise but also in appreciation. Her generous mouth curves, and she leans across the desk, planting a soft kiss on my lips. I capture her face in my hands and hold her there. I kiss her back slowly. My thumbs stroke over her cheeks, and I bask in the warmth of the moment.
When Alexis pulls away, her eyes sparkle. She sits back down and drums on the top of my desk.
“I’ve got more news,” she says.
I sit back and gesture for her to continue.
“I went ahead and did a little more digging into Ruby’s debt at the Stardust Casino,” she says. “Her creditor is a man called Thomas O’Shea. I think you’re probably familiar with him. He’s related to Kevin Lynch.”
“He is,” I say, nodding. I’m impressed by her research. “He was friendlier with the Walshes than he ever was with Lynch, but they do business together.”
“So, what should we do?” Alexis asks.
“What do you think we should do?” I counter.
I get the feeling Alexis already has an idea, and in all likelihood, it’s probably a good one. I’m beginning to discover that she’s a keen strategist.
Alexis licks her lip. She understands how monumental it is for me, the mob boss, to be asking her advice, and she doesn’t want to disappoint me.
“I know we talked before about pressuring Ruby with the debt,” she says. “But that would involve either us paying off O’Shea or bringing him onto our side somehow. An easier and cheaper solution would just be to discredit Ruby.”
“Oh?” I say. “And how do we do that?”
“We out her connection to the Irish mob—the primary distributor of purple heroin in the city—and spin it so that it seems like she’s trying to take you down because you’re reopening treatment centers to combat the war on drugs.” She smiles. “Nobody will care that it’s not true, especially if we leak details of her affair and gambling addiction. Her reputation will be so tarnished that they’ll have no choice but to take her off the case, and at that point, it won’t be difficult to get the case thrown out entirely.”
Alexis is nearly breathless with excitement by the time she’s finished. She watches me, eager for any sign of a reaction. She wants to please me. She wants to impress me. She always does.
“It’s a good plan,” I tell her. My chest swells with pride. She’s going to give Silvano a run for his money with her scheming once he’s back on his feet.
She grins. “Thank you.”
For a second, the brightness of her smile pushes away all the dark clouds that were hovering over me only moments before. I don’t think about the dead, or how many more are still to die. I don’t think about what will happen if I lose this war, and what else I will lose with it.
I only think of Alexis and our family and how bright my life is with them in it. It is the most peace I’ve felt in days.
I drag my heavy limbs up the stairs and down the hall, feeling as though I am more stone than man.
Another long day.
I spent most of the day working on Bellucci Inc. business, and the rest of it chasing down Kevin Lynch. He’s an elusive bastard, I’ll give him that. I tire of this game of hide-and-seek, but no matter what leads I follow or whose face I break, I can’t find him. On the plus side, one of the men we interrogated today was responsible for the warehouse bombing. It was my personal pleasure to dole out the appropriate justice.
It’s late now. I know when I go into Alexis’ room, I will find her sleeping soundly, and that once I settle down next to her, it will only be a matter of time until I am doing the same. I always sleep easier with Alexis. My thoughts often torment me and keep me awake when I am alone, but with her, it’s like I have already slipped into the dream before sleep can catch up.
I twist the knob on Alexis’ door and walk in, then begin to strip down in the dark.
“Hey,” she greets quietly from the bed.
“You’re awake.” I shuck off my shirt and pants and cross the room, sliding onto the mattress next to her.