Dorma walked over with a massive pan. “I made some eggs and bacon as you asked,” she said to Remo.
He smirked. “Yes. I need to replenish my reserves.” She put some eggs and bacon down on his place.
She looked at me. “Do you want some? I’m sure you’ll need some after your wedding night.” Her eyes moved to Kiara, who sank deeper into her chair.
“That’s true,” I said in a low voice. My gaze rested on the expensive necklace around her neck. “An exquisite piece of jewelry you got there. Do the Rizzos pay you that well?”
She blinked and touched the necklace, her eyes going to Kiara once more. “It … it was a gift,” she said indignantly.
I smiled coldly. “Are you sure? Or did someone else pay the price for it, Dorma?”
She blanched and took a step back. Remo watched her like a cat would a mouse. She turned and put the pan down on the stove then stepped closer to the other maids. Now and then she sent a glare at Kiara, who continued to flinch every time.
“She’s seriously starting to piss me off,” Remo murmured. He got up and stretched. All the maids looked at him. This was his show. His sweatpants hung low on his hips, and they stared at his scarred chest. Remo, like me, was ripped from years of fighting. You could tell our muscles weren’t just from lifting weights. We had bled for them. He picked up his knife holster and put it on over his naked chest. Kiara’s eyes widened. Then she quickly looked away. The maids were caught up somewhere between open-mouthed shock, fear, and fascination.
Savio rolled his eyes and muttered. “Show-off.”
Remo strode over to the maids and stopped right behind Dorma.
“That looks delicious,” he said darkly as he glanced over her shoulder at whatever she and another maid were preparing. Of course he wasn’t referring to food. Dorma edged closer to the countertop, but Remo leaned in closer. “I can’t wait to get a taste. I’m starving.”
Adamo shook his head and scowled down at his plate.
Dorma shook her head. “It’s for later. You can’t have it now.”
Remo brought his mouth close to her ear. “I can wait. Don’t worry. It will be worth it.”
She shuddered visibly, but Remo retreated, snatching another piece of bacon from the pan before he returned to the table.
Kiara remained in the kitchen with Leona, Adamo, and Fabiano as Savio, Remo, and I led Luca and Matteo upstairs to the master bedroom.
I opened the door so Luca could step in. He and his brother took in the bed and its surroundings.
“Didn’t I tell you not to get blood on the walls?” Luca said in annoyance, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyes. “The only way this room can be cleaned is by hosing it down.”
“Better yet, burn it,” Matteo suggested. He shook his head and exchanged a look with his brother.
Remo offered him a shrug and one corner of his mouth tipped upwards. “Things got a little out of hand in the end.”
“I don’t doubt it,” Luca said dryly, sizing up the other Capo.
Savio walked around the bed, regarding Durant. “Man, next time call me when you’re having fun. Why did I have to babysit Adamo while you went all-out?”
Luca shook his head. “Fuck, you Falcones are all bat-shit crazy.”
I gestured at the scene. “I assume the room will suffice to send the message you intended?”
Matteo snorted. “Suffice, my ass. It is kind of ironical that you were the ones to deliver a message against rape.”
I regarded the other man calmly then looked at Luca. “You disapprove of our ways.”
“I do,” Matteo said, showing teeth.
“How do you punish women in your territory?”
“If possible, we don’t.”
“What do you do with female drug dealers who steal money or betray you and sell out to the Bratva? How do you deal with whores who don’t pay for hitting your streets or women who borrow money and don’t pay it back?”
Remo stepped up to Matteo. “You deal with them as you deal with men, I assume. Or have you found a way to torture them in a female-friendly way? Have you found a way to make death less final for them?”
Matteo’s hand twitched closer to his knife, and I rested my hand on my gun, but Remo could hold his own, and he had seen the movement of Vitiello. He grinned. “We give them a choice. And what do you think do they all choose?”
Matteo sneered. “Then you should reconsider your methods.”
Remo chuckled. “Don’t worry about my methods. I am Las Vegas. I own every club and whore and drug dealer. And soon I will have banished every fucking Bratva fucker from my whole territory, and after that, I will deal with the fucking Mexicans and then I will be the West.”