Giovanni gives a relaxed shrug, unbothered. “Something about the chick ran a con on the club, took them for some money.”
“Must be a lot of money for him to be using a favor on finding her.” Between their legitimate business and the illegal ones, the MC isn’t hard on cash, not even close to it.
“This probably has more to do with something else, but shit if I care.” Giovanni’s tone makes it clear that he’s done with this conversation and he sits up straighter, his eyes calculating. It seems as if he’s debating on what to say which is surprising, he’s not a man that typically thinks twice.
“I discovered something interesting,” he says after a moment.
“What’s that?” I ask, my interest piqued.
“Winter had communications with Diamond not long after the shootout. He came into Delirium and she sat at a booth and had a conversation with him.”
So I wasn’t tripping, she has been up to something.
My jaw clenches. “Where was Enzo?”
“It was out of his sight.”
And the cameras only capture visuals, they don’t capture sound, so there’s no way to find out what was said between the two. The footage has a little grain to it so there’s no way to lip read either.
“What are we going to do?” I ask him. If he didn’t already have something in mind, the odds of him bringing it up are low.
“We’re going to give her just enough rope to hang herself.” His eyes twinkle with a dangerous glint that has me wishing I could protect Winter from whatever he’s brewing up.
But I’m as curious to find out what she was doing with Diamond, even if my heart squeezes a little.
Fuck, you can’t do this. You knew better when you met her. Let her go now and save yourself the heartache when Giovanni disposes of her.
Giovanni stands up from his seat, running a hand over his shirt. “It’s time to send her back to work.”