Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“Do you have a death wish?” Valardi’s voice was icy.
“What are you talking about?”
“That stunt on the road to Milano. You tried to kill us? I won’t forget that. You’ve signed your death warrant.”
His heart hammered like a jackhammer. “What the fuck are you talking about? We took the train to Milan. We didn’t try to kill you? Why would we? We have a deal.” His brain raced. What the hell was Valardi on about?
“You tried to run us off the road,” Valardi said it as a statement, but it was more of a question.
“No, we didn’t. I told you we took the train down.
” He took a breath. “Look, your reputation precedes you. I know who you are and what you’re capable of.
I’m not an idiot. I wouldn’t try something like that.
We have a deal, and we’ll stick to it. I don’t know who the hell tried to run you off the road, but it wasn’t us. ”
It was Valardi’s turn to be silent. Then he said, “Tonight. Seven p.m. in the piazza between the Duomo and the Galleria.” The phone went dead.
He blew out a breath and stared at the wall.
It was a damn good thing his siblings were out getting some supplies.
That call would be enough to make his sister lose her shit.
She was balanced on a razor-sharp edge these days.
Whenever one of them was in trouble, she felt it in spades. She worried enough for all of them.
He glanced at his watch. He’d called their client a while ago and had endured a long diatribe of insults. He’d assured her of results. Now it was time to make that happen.
He pulled up a map of the meeting area on his phone. Time to start planning. He was going to have to be extra careful if he was going to make this exchange happen without anyone getting killed.