Luca looked at Marco and jerked his head toward the twins. “You know anything about the night Yanni was shot?”
Marco licked his lips and shook his head. “Of course I don’t. I’d never go behind your back.”
“So, you didn’t tell these fuckers to go to my cabin and collect Zoe?”
“Luca—”
“Shut the fuck up, Mickey, or you’ll be down on your knees with these pieces of shit.” Luca’s eyes never left Marco as he put Mickey in his place. “Answer me.”
Marco worked his jaw back and forth. “You know I did.”
I bit my lip to keep from interrupting. Marco had fucked up there, but was it enough of a reason for Luca to kill him?
“So, what about the hit on Yanni Chronis or the attempted hit on Cy? Did you kill Pete?”
“You know I didn’t do that shit.” Marco took a step closer, only to be pulled back by Paulie.
“I don’t know fucking anything. Why were you in Chicago if you weren’t trying to kill Cy?”
Marco raised his chin, his lips pursed.
Luca nodded, a humorless laugh falling from his lips. “On the ground.” At his command, Paulie shoved Marco down next to the twins. Luca pressed the muzzle of his gun between Marco’s eyes.
“Luca—” Mickey and I called out at the same time.
Luca glanced over his shoulder at his cousin, his expression cold. “Your last warning Mickey.”
Mickey’s jaw flexed, his hands fisting at his side, but he remained quiet despite his big brother kneeling with a gun to his forehead.
“Luca?” I tried again.
“Sasha, not now.” His tone was softer but by no means kind. “Tommy, take her home.”
“No! Adriana’s mom is sick!” I shouted, and all the men looked at me, confused. “Marco was taking her to get another opinion.”
Luca frowned at me.
“He’s loyal. You know he is,” I choked out, hoping he believed me, hoping I could save Marco.
Luca let out a breath, raised his gun, and shot Paulie between the eyes. I jumped, letting out a scream that the empty garage amplified. Paulie fell to his knees and then onto the already sobbing twin. He tried to shoulder off the huge dead body, screaming for help.
“Did you just piss your pants?” Marco glared at the twins as he stood up and brushed off his knees. “Wasn’t enough to cry like a little bitch”
“The fuck?” Mickey yelled, stepping closer to Luca and earning a backhand from him.
“Shut the fuck up. If you can’t do that, I’ll rethink your involvement.” Luca gritted out.
Marco grabbed the back of his brother’s neck, his face severe. “Your loyalty is to Luca. If I were working with these pieces of shit, I would deserve a bullet to the head.” Mickey’s shoulders tensed under the pressure of Marco’s fingers.
“You’re right.”
Marco nodded and turned to me with a small smile. “You like me, Red?” It was not the time for Marco’s weird humor.
“You’re insane.” I shook my head.
He leaned in, placing a kiss on my cheek, whispering, “He already knew, but thank you. You’re a real one.”
“Get the fuck off my wife,” Luca growled, and Marco let out a huff of a laugh against my neck.