“Deal?” Fear spread through my body like ice. “What deal?”
“An alliance,” Chase scoffed. “What? He didn’t mention it to you?”
“What type of alliance?” I asked knowing I probably didn’t want to know the answer.
“The most powerful family in Sicily is the Campisi clan… the second most powerful, Nicolasi.”
“So?”
Chase shook his head. “So do the math.”
“Nixon?” I pleaded.
“He’s going to marry into Nicolasi; it’s been decided. I told them how I altered the marriage records between you two to protect him from the hit. Luca’s drawing up the new contract later this evening—they want it a done deal so they have a joined front at The Commission.”
My heart dropped to my knees. Nixon kept speaking but I couldn’t make out any words, just white noise. Tex knew. He’d known the whole time and he still did what he did… he knew my heart would be broken but he broke it anyways. He broke it with the full knowledge that I’d never forgive him, never be able to come back from this moment. We all have those instances in our lives, where something big happens, where we have a choice to react and let that something big define us or mold us. I had no idea what I was going to do. All I knew was that I couldn’t envision myself ten years from now healed. I didn’t see a future anymore. All I saw was black—all I felt was fear.
Gasping I put my hands over my mouth and let out a little sob. The pieces fell into place, why he’d said goodbye, why he was cutting off all communication. And finally, why he’d let Chase almost kill him.
Shaking, I tried to move away from Nixon but my feet wouldn’t budge, instead my knees knocked together as I bit down on my tongue until I tasted blood.
“Mo.” Nixon grasped my elbow. I jerked away from him, my eyes downcast, focusing on the hardwood floors.
“Is everything okay?” Luca’s accented voice pierced the haze of shock.
“Fine.” Nixon answered just as a noise sounded from the end of the hall. Phoenix walked slowly around the corner, Tex’s heavy body leaning on him as they made their way towards us.
It all happened at once. Nixon reaching for me, Chase doing the same, Luca touching my other arm.
With a hoarse cry I pushed at Nixon and pulled the gun from its holster strapped to his chest, inside his jacket.
With shaky movements I pointed the gun at Tex and screamed, “You bastard!”
Phoenix froze as Tex lifted his head, his face a mask of confusion and blood. “Mo…”
“No!” My hand trembled as I pressed the barrel of the gun to his muscled chest. “How could you?”
“Mo this isn’t the place to—”
He flinched and licked his lips as I jammed the gun harder against his body. “What? Air out our dirty laundry? Tell everyone that about fifteen minutes ago we were naked? Oh, I’m sorry, when would be the right time? How about after I find out you’re marrying a Nicolasi bitch just to align the families!”
Tex paled, his mouth dropped open, then closed, then opened again. “Mo, it wasn’t a sure thing. I didn’t—”
“Shut up!” I wailed, shaking the gun harder against him. “You don’t get to talk. You don’t get the satisfaction of apologizing, and I’m sure as hell not forgiving you, not now, not ever. We. Are. Done.” I wanted to pull the trigger. I wanted him to hurt as bad as he hurt me, but I couldn’t. No matter how much I hated him, I still loved him. My heart wouldn’t let my finger squeeze. So instead, the gun fell from my hands and clattered to the floor. “Move.”
Tex and Phoenix stepped apart. I walked through them, head held high. Screw him, screw all of them! I was done, so done.
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
Violence breeds more violence. Always.
Phoenix
EVERY MUSCLE IN TEX’S body was taut, waiting to spring into action. It took every ounce of strength I had, to hold him in place and keep him from running after her.
I hated that everything was working out so well almost as much as I feared the opposite.
“Well.” Luca’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “That was interesting.”
“Sorry.” Tex muttered.
Chase swore, shaking his head in disgust. “I’m not.”
“Tex.” Luca barked. “You should say goodbye to the men. Nixon, as the host you should leave with him and Chase, you look like hell, don’t come out.”
“Wouldn’t even if I had to.” Chase glared. “Besides, you’re not my boss.”
“I think I speak for bosses everywhere when I say… thank God.” Luca hissed.
Chase rolled his eyes and went in the opposite direction. I pushed Tex forward. Nixon put his arm around Tex’s shoulders and gripped his head jerking it towards him as he spoke in hushed tones. Yeah Tex was a dead man walking.
“So…” Luca pulled out a cigar and rolled it between his fingers. “Game.” He stuck the cigar in his mouth. “Set.”
“Match?” I offered him a matchbook.
Luca took the matches and grinned, cigar still sticking out. “I knew I could count on you.”
“What’s done is done.”
“Not yet.” His smile fell. “Not yet.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
Even if you’re heartless—one still beats inside your chest. Irritating, to say the least.