IL DESTINO~~~~~

Vincenzo POV

The drive was short. When we pulled up to the castle, Benito turned the car off. I told him to leave us, so he got out and strode toward the surveillance room on the back side of my home. I said nothing, just waited.

“I should have known,” she snapped, “that you have all the police here on your payroll. The two of you were laughing like old friends.”

“The police are helpless, too weak to stop our organisation. They know it is better to work with me than against me. A lesson you would be wise to learn, as well.”

“I don’t want to work with you.” Her voice hitched, as if she were holding back tears. “I don’t want to be part of your horrible family full of murderers and criminals. You’re all psychopaths. I want you to let me go.”

This from the woman who had nearly melted in my arms after hearing me interrogate and shoot two men? I didn’t believe it. She was scared because she might not mind it. She might even like it.

I reached into my coat pocket, took out the pistol and res