Page 75 of A Treasure To Keep (Leone Legacy #2)

Marco

I ’m sneaking back into the house after El’s baby shower, hoping that she didn’t stick around.

Her vehicle is gone, even though that doesn’t necessarily mean anything.

With the copious amount of gifts on the table, it’s feasible that they pulled her car into the garage for easy access to load everything up.

My phone rings, and when I pull it out of my back pocket, I’m shocked to see Andrea’s name light up. Other than the vague text here and there, we haven’t been in contact in months. My lawyer and their lawyer mainly play middleman between this mess I continue to push.

“You need to contact my lawyer if this—” It catches me off guard when he cuts me off, saying a series of sentences that practically make my heart drop out of my body.

“El got hit by a car driving home from her baby shower. The police won’t tell me anything. I’m on the way to the hospital to speak with her doctor. I thought you deserved to know.”

Those words are a punch to my gut. “Who the fuck hit her?”

“It was a self-driving vehicle registered to Giovanni DeAngelo.”

Giovanni. That disgrace of a man.

“I’ll meet you at the hospital. I have a little bitch boy to find.”

I hang up the phone, fire in my veins, ready for revenge.

Surprisingly, finding Giovanni isn’t that difficult.

He posts a fair amount of his life online, including showing off the car that hit El.

He’s got some big balls walking around while pretending nothing happened after his car hit her.

I tracked him down to the gym he belongs to, snatching him after he was done flirting with some girl.

She has no idea what I saved her from by snatching Giovanni.

I’m straddling a chair in the basement, flipping the pocket knife open and closed repetitively, when he stirs.

He whimpers as he attempts to sway back and forth on the medical table I’ve tied him to.

It only takes a few seconds for him to realize that he’s not in a bed.

His eyes spring open, and his body shakes as he takes in the room, pausing when he sees me.

“Hello, bitch boy. Do you know why you’re here?

” Silence. “I guess that’s a rhetorical question.

You’re here because, for some dumbass reason, you hit a pregnant woman with a car.

Excuse me, I misspoke. You didn’t hit her directly, but you programmed a car to hit her.

I will say I’m pretty impressed. Self-driving vehicles are badass on their own, and I’m baffled that you figured out how to get it to that speed without being in the vehicle.

I don’t know if I could get it to do that.

A new tinkering toy once I’m done dealing with you. Anything to say now?”

“I didn’t hit El!” And there he goes. Spitting out the information I didn’t even carve out of him yet.

“I never said it was El. And technically, you’re not lying. Your car did, though. I’ll ask you more specifically now. Why did your car hit her?” He shakes his head violently, tucking his lips between his teeth to avoid saying anything. I guess he needs convincing.

I walk over to the table full of blades, grabbing a knife sharper than my pocket knife off the top.

Before he has a chance to ask anything, he screams out in pain when I quickly slice across his chest, taking the time to watch the blood pool.

At that moment, Domenico comes in, letting the door close behind him before he speaks.

“Hey, Marco. Who’s this, and why did you ask for me exclusively?”

“I asked for you because if I asked for Enzo, Luci could find out. Alessandro is already on edge, not telling her what happened to El. If I let Enzo be involved in this, he’s a liability to Luci.

After we have more information, we can fill Luci in on what happened.

Giovanni here is responsible for a vehicle hitting El’s car as she drove home only a couple of hours ago.

Now, we don’t know what the fate is for El or her son.

” Domenico’s eyes widen as he clenches his jaw.

He snatches the knife from my hand, slashing another cut deeper than the one I did, barely below his neck.

Giovanni's screams echo through the room, reverberating off the walls.

I stand close enough to him that I can easily smell his generic cologne. Copycat asshole. “Your death can come easily and quickly if you admit what you did and why.”

Domenico takes the knife, digging the tip into one of the cuts, twisting until Giovanni screams again. Nice touch.

“Fuck! Fine. Fine. I’ll tell you. Stop with the slashing!

She got her cousin to message any girl I tried hitting on, telling them what I did to her and El.

I didn’t mean to hit her. If she wasn’t speeding, the car would have scared her by cutting her off.

Do you understand how expensive that car was to modify?

All of that money is now wasted.” Fucking pathetic.

I laugh, dumbfounded by the shallow words that have exited his mouth. “Domenico, did you hear that? If El wasn’t speeding, he wouldn’t have hit her with his car. What a pathetic fucking answer. Should you or I?”

“It’s your baby.” He presents me with the knife's handle, holding the blade cautiously to prevent cutting himself.

“Wait, it’s—” Giovanni doesn’t have time to finish his sentence before I take the knife out of Domenico’s hands.

I stab the blade through his neck, nailing him to the table as he gargles on his blood.

Less than a minute later, he stops twitching, and I leave Domenico to clean him up as I speed to the hospital.