Bound by Hatred (Born in Blood Mafia Chronicles 3)
“He won’t. If Salvatore Vitiello were still alive, things would be different. I’d have been under his jurisdiction, but Luca is Capo and he won’t punish me.”
How could she trust that cruel bastard like that? What must it be like to love someone so much that you would put your life in their hands without hesitation? “Maybe his men won’t leave him a choice. He’s a new Capo and if he looks weak, his men might revolt. Luca won’t risk his power, not even for you. The Familia comes first to Made Men.”
I was talking to a wall from the impact I was making on Aria. “Trust me,” she said simply.
“I trust you. It’s Luca whom I don’t trust.”
“And if you think about it, I wouldn’t really be betraying the Familia. You are still part of the Outfit until you marry Matteo. That means what I’m doing is a betrayal of the Outfit at most, but I’m not bound to them, so I can’t betray them.”
“Be that as it may. Luca might not see it that way. Even if you aren’t betraying the Familia, you’re still going behind Luca’s back. Not to mention that Matteo will probably move heaven and earth to find me.”
“True,” Aria said slowly. “He’ll hunt you.”
“He’ll eventually lose interest.”
Aria looked doubtful. “Perhaps. But I wouldn’t count on it. We have to make sure he can’t find you.”
Above us the sky was turning dark gray, the first signs of an impending rainstorm. If I were superstitious, I’d probably see it as a bad omen. “Aria, I shouldn’t have come to you with this. You can’t get involved.”
Aria rolled her eyes. It was such a me-thing to do that I couldn’t help but smile despite the severity of our conversation.
“Don’t try to talk me out of it. I’d feel guilty if I didn’t help you and you got caught,” she said firmly.
“And I will feel guilty if you get in trouble for helping me.”
“I’m helping you. End of story.”
“How can I ever make it up to you?”
“Just be happy, Gianna. Live the life you want, that’s all I want.”
That was to typically Aria. If anyone deserved a life outside of this fucked up world, it would be her. I pressed my lips together, fighting tears. “Shit.”
Aria smiled. “Come on. We need to figure out when and how to get you away.”
“I suppose it’s a bit too late to give it a try during this visit?” I forced a smile, wanting to get rid of the heavy feeling in my chest.
“Yeah. But you’ll definitely have to run when you are in New York. You’ll never escape from Father’s men.”
Sadly, she was right. Father didn’t let me out of sight for a second. He didn’t trust me. The only thing missing from my prison were leg irons. “But Romero is always around.”
Aria and I both glanced toward the living room where Lily was laughing at something Romero must have said. She looked so happy. “I think we can get him off our back,” Aria said.
“Next time Lily won’t be around to distract him. I don’t want her to know about this.”
Aria nodded. “I’ll figure something out. I tricked him once before. I can do it again. Luca trusts me. Romero doesn’t follow me as much as he did in the beginning.”
Guilt twisted my insides again but I ignored it. “I have to get a passport so I can leave the country. I’ll never be safe in the States.”
“You should go to Europe.”
“I’ve always wanted to visit Sicily,” I joked.
Aria cracked up. “Yeah, that sounds like a foolproof plan.”
“I need money. Maybe I can find out where Father keeps his stack of cash.”
“No, he’d notice. We’ll have to take Luca’s money. If we wait until the last minute before we take it, he won’t notice until it’s too late.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
Aria nodded but there was a flicker of hesitation in her eyes.
“Maybe we can get money from somewhere else. I could ask one of the credit sharks for a loan. It’s not like I’ll be around for them to get it back,” I said quickly.
Aria shook her head at once. “All the credit sharks either belong to the Familia or to the Bratva. That would be the quickest way to get caught.”
“I know I can’t ask the Familia, but what about the Russian credit sharks? I don’t have to announce to them who I am. I could pretend I was some random girl with financial troubles.”
Aria seemed to consider that but then she shook her head. “It’s too risky. Those guys are dangerous.”
Memories I’d tried to bury resurfaced like a tidal wave. I’d been terrified when the Russians had attacked the mansion. I’d been sure we’d die a horrible death, sure we’d be raped and tortured. I really didn’t want anything to do with the Bratva ever again but Aria didn’t need to know how much the images of that day still bothered me. Most of the time I managed to lock them away, and once I was in Europe, away from the world, they’d hopefully disappear for good. “Aria, you are married to the man all those dangerous guys are scared of.”
“And you are engaged to the man who cuts those dangerous guys up,” she said. “But the Russians are worse than our men. They don’t have any honor.”
I wasn’t sure if that was possible, but I wasn’t in the mood for that argument. “Okay, so no loan sharks, but what about a forged passport? I’ll have to get that from somewhere. Is there anyone we could bribe?”
Another gust of wind tore at us, raising goose-bumps all over my body. Aria moved closer to me until we huddled together. “No one will go against Luca.”
“Except for us,” I said with a snort. “Tell me this isn’t crazy.”
“It’s crazy, but we’ll figure something out.” She paused, scrutinizing me.
I raised my eyebrows. “What?”
She smiled. “I have an idea. You know how people always say we look alike?”
“Not if you look closely. I’m a couple of inches taller than you and then there’s this.” I lifted a strand of my hair.