Chapter 22
Alessandro
I’m sitting at my desk in my office, drained after a call with my father.
He was upset at first when I told him about burning down the Bratva whorehouse with their men inside, but as we talked he began to see the opportunity to chase them out of Tampa.
Now he just has to sell it to the rest of The Commission.
We’re on the same page about one thing, though. He also finds it suspicious Santino met with Oleg without informing me.
Rocco saunters in. “Hey, big bro.”
I glance up at his tone. He’s dressed in a black tux, his wavy hair tamed and shiny, and an amused, mischievous glint in his gray eyes that usually means trouble. “What’s up?”
“Oh, just heading to that charity auction I told you about. The one where time with the who’s-who of hot single women will be for sale for a night.”
I narrow my eyes, not liking the devilish smirk curling his lip. “Okay.”
He wanders closer. “Well, I was checking out the merchandise on their website to see who I wanted to bid on.” He hands me his phone. “Thought you’d like to see the list.”
“Why would I give a shit?” I ask, though I take the phone and glance at it. I look back up at my brother. His nod tells me to look harder. With a sigh, I pinch the screen and enlarge the list. And her photo hits me like a bolt of lightning.
My spine stiffens. Lennon. “What the fuck,” I growl.
“Maybe she saw the photo of you and Giada. What do they say about a woman scorned?”
Before I can think it through, I bolt up and push my chair back, smacking Rocco’s phone into his chest.
He trails behind me, laughing softly as I head to my bedroom. “Does this mean you’re coming after all?”
“Just give me twenty minutes to shower and change.”
Rocco’s laughter echoes in the hallway. “Oh, this is going to be good.”