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into the narcotics ring was going to be good for all of us, but I didn't know the guy. He wouldn't have my back for a long time, or at least I wouldn't trust him to have it. I wanted Drake beside me. The selfish quest to stop pacing the floor at night and start trusting the Castaletta family again was driving me to the edge of insanity.
Joe treated me like a son, and I'd have done anything for him, but the bastard had so many secrets. Too many. Why hadn't he told me that Freddy wasn't his kid? No wonder he treated the guy like shit all these years. He was nothing more than a symbol of Vivian's unfaithfulness.
Was the Don involved in Vivian's death? Was the old man leading us all on a wild goose chase in search of a hit-man that didn't exist? Would we finally pull back the curtain and figure out that it was Joe that orchestrated all of it?
I wouldn't put it past him. I needed my brother in place beside me if I expected to survive.
"You trust Izzy. You know you do." I grabbed the keys off the ring near the door and decided to take my bike out to the docks. I needed to breathe fresh air as I forced my worries, my fears behind the brick wall inside of me. Maybe Marcus Blaine would turn out to be a good friend, and a great protector for me when I wasn't able to see three-hundred and sixty degrees around me.
"That's supposed to be Izabella. Don't shut her out." I parked the bike and pulled off my helmet, but didn't get off just yet. Closing my eyes, I let out a soft sigh. Something happened to her during dinner the night before. I could've won a million dollar if I'd bet that Freddy was the one that called her. I knew it. Fuck... we all did.
Did she think she was safe in the syndicate just because she wore the last name like a badge of honor? She didn't know her father like I did. She wouldn't have wanted to.
"You gonna sit there doing Yoga all day or come in?" My sister's voice brought a sense of peace to me.
"This look like yoga?" I smirked and nodded toward the back of the bike. "Come on. You need some excitement in your life. Get on and I'll take us to your favorite place."
She glanced down at her long blue skirt. She was proper if anything.
"I can't ride in this."
"Sure you can. Come on. Live a little." I tossed her the helmet as she glanced up.
"Fine, but if we get pulled over by the cops for indecent exposure..."
"It'll give you something to write in that journal of yours." I offered her my hand and helped her climb on behind me.
"Go slow. You know I'm scared of these things."
I smiled and glanced over my shoulder. "Hold on tight. This thing doesn't know what slow means."
The sound of her muffled scream as I took off down the dock was enough to loosen the tension building inside of me. I didn't just have Drake. I had Cat too. I needed to remember that shit more often.
*
"So you're bringing him on? That's it?" Cat's eyes widened as she lifted her coffee mug toward her mouth.
"Yeah. We checked him out. Izzy and I had dinner with him, and then yesterday morning he and Joe met. He's going to be good for us. He's no nonsense." I picked up my fork and cut my eggs up. "He's been working for various drug dealers for the last few years, some of them work for us scary enough, and he's ready to move up. He's bringing an associate with him. A Russian guy by the name of Zak. He seemed like the type of guy that would support Marcus and help us clean up this shit storm Freddy's started."
"Good." She took a sip of her coffee. "Any word from Freddy?"
"No, why? You worried?"
"Yeah, I am. He's an idiot and deserves to have his butt kicked all over someone's front yard, but he's just a kid, D."
I snorted. "He's twenty-five. That's not a kid, Cat."
"You're still a kid." She set her coffee down and leaned back in her chair. "Does he have a woman?"
"Who? Freddy?"
"No, Marcus." She picked up her spoon and stirred her oatmeal slowly, watching me intently.
"I don't think so. I think he had a girl, but she's not
Joe treated me like a son, and I'd have done anything for him, but the bastard had so many secrets. Too many. Why hadn't he told me that Freddy wasn't his kid? No wonder he treated the guy like shit all these years. He was nothing more than a symbol of Vivian's unfaithfulness.
Was the Don involved in Vivian's death? Was the old man leading us all on a wild goose chase in search of a hit-man that didn't exist? Would we finally pull back the curtain and figure out that it was Joe that orchestrated all of it?
I wouldn't put it past him. I needed my brother in place beside me if I expected to survive.
"You trust Izzy. You know you do." I grabbed the keys off the ring near the door and decided to take my bike out to the docks. I needed to breathe fresh air as I forced my worries, my fears behind the brick wall inside of me. Maybe Marcus Blaine would turn out to be a good friend, and a great protector for me when I wasn't able to see three-hundred and sixty degrees around me.
"That's supposed to be Izabella. Don't shut her out." I parked the bike and pulled off my helmet, but didn't get off just yet. Closing my eyes, I let out a soft sigh. Something happened to her during dinner the night before. I could've won a million dollar if I'd bet that Freddy was the one that called her. I knew it. Fuck... we all did.
Did she think she was safe in the syndicate just because she wore the last name like a badge of honor? She didn't know her father like I did. She wouldn't have wanted to.
"You gonna sit there doing Yoga all day or come in?" My sister's voice brought a sense of peace to me.
"This look like yoga?" I smirked and nodded toward the back of the bike. "Come on. You need some excitement in your life. Get on and I'll take us to your favorite place."
She glanced down at her long blue skirt. She was proper if anything.
"I can't ride in this."
"Sure you can. Come on. Live a little." I tossed her the helmet as she glanced up.
"Fine, but if we get pulled over by the cops for indecent exposure..."
"It'll give you something to write in that journal of yours." I offered her my hand and helped her climb on behind me.
"Go slow. You know I'm scared of these things."
I smiled and glanced over my shoulder. "Hold on tight. This thing doesn't know what slow means."
The sound of her muffled scream as I took off down the dock was enough to loosen the tension building inside of me. I didn't just have Drake. I had Cat too. I needed to remember that shit more often.
*
"So you're bringing him on? That's it?" Cat's eyes widened as she lifted her coffee mug toward her mouth.
"Yeah. We checked him out. Izzy and I had dinner with him, and then yesterday morning he and Joe met. He's going to be good for us. He's no nonsense." I picked up my fork and cut my eggs up. "He's been working for various drug dealers for the last few years, some of them work for us scary enough, and he's ready to move up. He's bringing an associate with him. A Russian guy by the name of Zak. He seemed like the type of guy that would support Marcus and help us clean up this shit storm Freddy's started."
"Good." She took a sip of her coffee. "Any word from Freddy?"
"No, why? You worried?"
"Yeah, I am. He's an idiot and deserves to have his butt kicked all over someone's front yard, but he's just a kid, D."
I snorted. "He's twenty-five. That's not a kid, Cat."
"You're still a kid." She set her coffee down and leaned back in her chair. "Does he have a woman?"
"Who? Freddy?"
"No, Marcus." She picked up her spoon and stirred her oatmeal slowly, watching me intently.
"I don't think so. I think he had a girl, but she's not
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