“What was she wearing?”
“A pink tank top.” He tilted his head to the side to think it over. “Black pants, you know the stretchy kind that makes her ass look good?”
I rolled my eyes at him and sighed. “Uh-huh. Stop talking about my girl like that, or I will pick that gun back up.”
He chuckled. “What? I can’t help it that you have a hot girlfriend.”
“She’s going to be my wife, dick.”
“Whatever. One day, she’ll be a MILF, too.”
I raised my hand to silence him. “Enough out of you, Sammy.”
His mouth opened wide in shock. “What happened to our deal? You know I hate that name.”
I folded my arms across my chest. “I’m not the one violating bro code. Keep talking. About the night you and Gia were taken and not her ass.”
“Yes, Boss.”
I tried not to roll my eyes. He always called me that, but I would never become the boss after my father. I had zero interest in running the organization. If I had my way, I would have left with Gia and never turned back. But I had obligations to my father and brothers. I was a lot of things, and a loyal bastard was one of them.
“Can we continue this conversation in the kitchen?” Sonny asked, getting up from the couch. “I haven’t eaten a solid meal in who knows how many days.” He angled his body to look at me. “How long was I gone?”
“Seven days.” I lifted my gun from the table, tucked it into my waistband, and followed Sonny into the kitchen. “Almost eight.”
“Did anyone call about Gia yet?”
“Nope, I haven’t heard a goddamn thing from anyone.”
“That’s weird, don’t you think? If the person who took her wanted something from you, I would have expected them to come to collect by now.”
“You would think. Gia has nothing to do with any of the shit we have going on with the North Jersey family and Enzo.”
He opened the refrigerator, took out two Cokes, and handed one to me. We cracked the aluminum cans open and took a long sip, staring at each other. I hadn’t taken my eyes off Sonny since he walked into the living room. Sonny had never given me a r
eason to doubt him. He was always a good friend and soldier in the Morelli army.
“Maybe it’s because you killed Enzo’s son.”
“There are too many reasons. I don’t even know where to start.”
I kicked out a chair at the breakfast bar and sat, while Sonny made himself a sandwich. He removed half the contents of the fridge and dumped them on the counter. Deli meats, cheeses, spreads, and a loaf of Italian bread were picked over in a matter of seconds.
“When was the last time you ate?”
He peeked up from the pile of sandwiches he’d made. “Once a day, someone came in with a bowl of soup. Well, it was more like clear broth, maybe chicken. It had no flavor, but it kept me from gnawing my arm off.”
I sipped my soda and dropped it to the marble island. “I hope whoever has Gia isn’t making her suffer because of the shit I did in the past.”
“We’ll get her back.” Sonny’s voice indicated confidence I was losing by the day. “I’ll help you. I won’t stop until we find her.”
The longer Gia was gone, the more I wondered if the people who took her killed her the night they kidnapped her.
Was I waiting for her body to float in the Delaware River? The thought made me nauseous.
“Why haven’t they called yet? If all of this was to get my attention, they have it. What if Enzo knows I whacked his son? He could have killed Gia as payback.”
“He would have dumped her by now,” Sonny pointed out. “Enzo wouldn’t keep her on ice. He’s not into that kind of shit.”