Lissa was thorough, scrubbing off Patrice's makeup and carefully applying Lissa's. Everything Patrice went into a duffel bag with her papers, ID, passport, cell phone and charger. Lissa braided her own hair and donned a long skirt and elegant blouse. Her boots were soft leather and matched her wide belt. Her jacket was short and fit snugly, emphasizing her lush curves.
Lissa tossed her purse onto the passenger seat of the little car Luigi always had available to her and drove out of the private storage garage. Luigi owned the facility, so there were no cameras set up anywhere near the building reserved for her. She even had her own private entrance, kept for Luigi or someone from his estate.
She drove all the way to the road leading to the Abbracciabene property and then she had to pull over, fighting for air. It wasn't a panic attack, but her chest hurt so much she thought her heart would shatter.
She dragged her cell phone out of her purse and dialed a familiar number before she could stop herself.
"Lissa!"
Lexi's delighted voice nearly brought her to tears. She hadn't considered that she would turn into an emotional storm. The burning in her eyes and the lump in her throat were evidence that she shouldn't have reached out. Not now. Not when she needed to be strong. She was going to face Luigi, and she couldn't go with red eyes and a face swollen from crying.
"Hey, girl."
There was an instant silence. Then Lexi's voice came again. Soft. Loving. So Lexi. "What's wrong? Do you need me? I can get a flight out tonight."
There it was. Exactly what Casimir had told her not even an hour earlier. She had family. They were chosen, not blood, but they were family all the same. She heard the love in Lexi's voice and knew it was genuine. For her. For a moment she had to bite down hard on her lower lip to keep from bursting into tears.
"No. No, I'm all right. I just needed to hear your voice."
"Gavriil wants to talk to you." Lexi sounded dismayed, as if she didn't believe Lissa.
"Come home." Gavriil issued the two words as a command. "You don't have to do what you're doing for this family, Lissa. We'd much rather you be home with us and safe. Come home."
She knew he didn't want her going after Kostya and Uri Sorbacov. He had no idea about her uncle and his betrayal. Still, it was nice to hear a badass like Gavriil wanted her to come home. He was totally wrapped up in Lexi, not so much in the rest of those living on the farm. He hadn't been there long and hadn't developed his relationship with the others yet. Lissa did feel a connection with him. He saw her when no one else had, and that had meant something to her. She had trusted him with her past, and that meant something to him.
"Not yet, but don't worry about me. I'm well taken care of." That was to assure him his brother was looking out for her.
"Lissa..." Gavriil began.
"I have to do this. I have to. I'll explain things when I come home."
"Just see that you do. Come home, that is. If you need me for any reason, I'll be on a plane. Give me the word and I'll come."
She closed her eyes again and pressed the phone tight against her ear as if she could hold Lexi and Gavriil close to her. Gavriil would be risking his life getting on a plane and coming to help her, but he still offered and she knew he would do it if she asked. "Thank you. I needed to hear you say that, Gavriil. I have to go. Just take care of Lexi for me. I have to know all of you are safe and when I get home, you'll all be there."
"We'll be safe," Gavriil said gruffly. "You'd better be the same."
She hung up quickly before Lexi could get back on. She knew if she heard Lexi's voice again she'd break down and cry and nothing would stop her little sister from getting on a plane and coming to her. Probably all of her sisters would come. And then all the Prakenskii brothers would come. She found herself laughing instead of crying, because that was what true family did, they made life so much better, no matter how bad the problem was.
Lissa set the car in motion. Chances were, Luigi wouldn't be home yet. He wouldn't come back until he knew for certain she'd done the job. He would pretend he was still ill in his wing of the house, and that gave her a little respite and time to decide just how she would face him.
9
Luigi's cell phone rang as he sat down to dinner. Angeline scowled at him. "Don't answer, honey, we haven't seen you for weeks and this is our time together."
"Shut the fuck up, Angeline," he snapped. "Business doesn't wait while you sulk. You like spending money and living in a fancy house." He glared around the table at his sons. "I work all the time for her. She spends money and goes to her fancy-ass places and still she gives me shit."
The boys glared at their mother, and she ducked her head, picked up her fork and pushed the food around on her thousand-dollar plate. With another curse, Luigi flung himself out of the chair, sending it crashing to the floor, snapped open his cell and with long, angry strides, left the dining room.
"This better be important," he growled. "I'm eating my fucking dinner." But he'd seen the caller ID and he knew exactly who it was and why she was calling. He knew, and elation swept through him. His niece had struck again - successfully. She was a torpedo: once unleashed, unstoppable.
"Luigi. Luigi."
Hysterical sobbing. Luigi held the phone away from his ear, his smile widening. Yeah. His niece was a damn fine tool. He wished he could figure out a way to keep her alive. She was a better asset than any he had, but she was intelligent, unlike the idiot moron sitting at his dining table. He would kill one slowly and with extreme happiness. The other would be quick and with reluctance.
"Luigi. You have to come. Right now. He's dead. My Cosmos is dead and I don't know what to do. You have to come."
Of course he had to go see the new widow. His body stirred in anticipation. He rubbed his crotch. "You call anyone else?"
"No, no one else. I know to call only you."
Cosmos had trained the little bitch. She couldn't move without direction, but when directed, she did whatever she was told. Carlotta was beautiful, absolutely beautiful, and in his stable of women, she'd command a huge price every fucking time. His grin got even wider. He absolutely loved his niece.
"What happened?" he asked tersely.
More sobbing.
"Shut the fuck up and tell me what happened," he commanded.
"He fell over the cliff. He just fell. He was drinking wine. I found the bottle by the cliff. His body was on the rocks, but it went out to sea. I don't know if I can get him back to bury him..." She sobbed more.
"I'll be there as soon as I can make it." He snapped the cell shut. He didn't want to hear her crying, not when he wanted to dance around the room. He raised his voice. "Arturo. With me." When Giacinta was in town, he usually left Arturo behind, but he'd forced him to come to his home because Angeline complained about him not having a bodyguard. And he knew the widow would call...
Arturo would be glad when it was over. He hated going back and forth between the towns when Luigi had to play sick. He had an aversion to Angeline. Luigi smiled again. He was a master at manipulation. Angeline's sons regarded her as unimportant, an idiot they all put up with. They even felt sorry for their father for having to put up with her. Over the years he'd even managed to subtly turn her father and brother against her. They didn't realize, but they began to treat her as if she didn't have a brain too. She had retreated more and more into her world of shopping, which only gave him more ammunition. When she was gone, his boys would accept her passing quickly.
He stuck his head in the dining room. "This is important. I'll be gone for a couple of days. Look after your mother, boys." He sighed and raked his fingers through his hair. "Go get that diamond bracelet you wanted, Angeline."
She looked up, her face lighting up. A smile curved her mouth and her gaze clung to his. He was very, very good at push and pull. Push her away and pull her back. She fell for it every time.
"Do you mean it, Luigi? Are you certain?"
He softened his expression, nodding. "Yeah, baby. I'm
sorry I have to be gone so much, but the boys look after you properly, don't they?"