33. 33 - Giovanni
33 - Giovanni
“ L orena.” I fight the urge to pinch my nose. “It’s not going to be safe. You have to leave.”
She pushes past me, smacking my ankle on the way past with her stick. “At the speed I walk, they’ll catch up to me at the gates. No, I’m staying right here.”
Her eyes gleam as she turns back to me. “You tell that Corvo girl to make sure he doesn’t get back up. Weasel little cunts like him always do.”
I cross my arms. “I can get someone to drive you out.”
She coughs. “And go where? They’re not going to storm an old woman’s apartment, Fusco. They’ll have bigger fish to fry. And so do you. So get gone and leave me the hell alone, unless you bring coffee with you.”
She uses her cane to slam the door in my face.
Fucking hell.
Cat walks up as I’m about the enter the main hall, her expression tense. “It’s done.”
“So now it’s a waiting game. How did they respond?”
“Hard to tell.” Her eyes scan the busting activity. “I suppose we’ll find out. Marco seemed positive.”
Tables have been shoved to the walls, weapons and supplies set up on every available surface. In the corner, a group of my junior soldiers are stacking dry food and bottled water.
Cat notices them too. “How long can we hold out?”
“Long enough. There’s plenty there.” And not that many of us. But I don’t need to say it.
Cat rubs at her neck. “Marco is coming.”
They’re all coming. Everyone we could call on, from every family. But if Matteo gets here first, we’ll be on our own with the few men we have until the others reach us.
I brush her cheek. “We’ll be ready, Cat. If he comes tomorrow night, then it will work perfectly. And if he comes tonight, we can hold on.”
“I hope so,” she murmurs.