Page 75 of Wicked Throne

“You have a nice place here,” he ignored me and started looking around.

Oh, he was cocky.

I was not in the mood.

“Yep, and you can see your ass the fuck up out of it.”

My baby chose that moment to start kicking. My natural instinct was to put my hand there and try to soothe both of us, but this fuck wad had the wrong one.

“Everything you’ve acquired,” Alistair turned and stared at me. “I want it.”

“Then you’ll have to be prying it from my cold dead hands.”

He chuckled. “That can be arranged.”

Alistair didn’t know me as well as he thought he might. He might have heard a rumor or two about me. But he didn’t fucking know me. I wasn’t the same woman from a year ago. I was now the head of my father’s cartel and an Italian Cosa Nostra. Who in the fuck did he think he was dealing with?

My hand was on the Glock 19 I had hidden under the desk in moments. The gun trained on Mr. Giancomo before he could blink and before his associates could react.

I stood then.

“Again….you need to be seeing your way the fuck up out of my club.”

A smile had planted itself on my lips as Allistair raised his hands in defense. “I can see that the rumors are true. You’re carrying another Scarpetta in your belly.”

“Yeah, and I can tell you right now Mr. Giancomo, it's about to be a few dead motherfuckers in here if you don’t leave. You won’t come into my place of business again and threaten me or mine. Next time, I’ll be shooting onsight.”

I didn’t release the breath I’d been holding until they disappeared out of my office. Sinking into my seat, I dialed Enzo immediately.

“Since when does Talia have a brother?”

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“Why fuck…no.. no fucks…a brother?”

“Alistair was sent to prison for manslaughter. That’s all they could get him on. How do you even know about him?”

“As of today, he’s out of prison. He was just in my office introducing himself.”

Enzo started cussing on the other end. “I’ll be over shortly.”

“No, is fine. We’re fine. I’ll see you and Trey back at the house in a bit, I’m almost done with things here anyway. But put everyone on red alert. Even the Torrios. None of this is by coincidence.”

“Will do.”

Standing up after ending the call, I clicked save on my computer. Desperately, I wished to hear Thierry say, “Tessoro”. He would have probably shot Alistair dead for the threat but I wasn’t him. However, I would have to be enough because like it or not, I was about to have his son.

Rubbing at my lower back, I grabbed my keys up and deposited the Glock into my purse. The walk to the front was short and quick, my feet were already starting to ache. My ankles had a little fluid in them but I had trained my brain to not think about it too much.

I said goodnight to everyone and headed to the parking lot. It was fully lit and there were tons of cars parked as I made my way to the SUV I’d purchased last month because of the little man’s impending arrival. Fumbling with my keys, I was just about to get in when someone grabbed me from behind.

I went to scream but a hand covered my mouth. Slowly they turned me to meet them and a chill ran through me. I was standing face with a ghost.

“Thierry,” I mumbled.

“Hello, Tessoro…”

Before I knew it, everything went black and I collapsed. Once again, my world had collapsed like the center of a dying star.

To Be Continued in Wicked Reign…