93

Tony
It’s insane, Pepper writes. We’re standing at the overlook, staring down at the giant, toilet bowl structure of the Hoover Dam.
“I know, right?” Something about the enormity of the concrete formation makes your stomach drop.
It’s horrifying.
I chuckle. “Yeah, I guess it is.” Built into the beautiful red rock face of Black Canyon and capturing the clear blue water of the Colorado River, the dam changed the very forces of nature.
My parents showed up today, she writes on her notepad.
I scratch my face. I’ve been waiting for her to tell me what my security guys had already reported. “Yeah, I heard. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
She shakes her head, disgust marring her features. It’s a pain in my ass. They don’t think Hugh should stay fired.
I have to work to unclench my fists because I still think the man deserves a beat-down. And because her parents are on my shit list too. But this isn’t my business and she has enough people telling her what to do.
“Parents are by nature a pain in the ass.”
A smile flickers over her face. Is your mom?
“Ugh, God. Don’t get me started. The woman won’t leave the house. She’s a slave to my stepdad and she’s totally miserable, but won’t let me do anything to change things for her.”
Because I’ve already done enough.
Pepper lays her small hand on my arm and squeezes. I cradle her head with one hand and lean down to kiss her. I’m not sure how I managed to win her affection, but I treasure every moment while it lasts. I’m not under any delusions of keeping her.
She picks up her pen again. What about your dad? She looks up at me, the autumn sun making her squint.
“Dead.” My voice is hard.
She looks down at the pad. Is that a good thing?
“Yeah. He was an abusive prick. He beat my mom and me, probably would’ve killed one of us if-” I stop. I don’t even know why I’m telling her. I never talk about this. But it’s Pepper, and the desire to let her in, to get even closer than we have shoves me forward.
If what?
I swallow. Once I tell her, she’ll know what I am. I mean know, without a shadow of a doubt, that I’m a monster. I tainted my soul at a very young age. She’ll push me away, as she has every time I’ve let her see that side of me. And then it will be over.
But keeping it from her?
Feels like a bitter lie. And I’ve never been a liar.
I stare out at the glittering blue water. I can’t look at her for this. “I was fourteen. I couldn’t get my ma to leave him-she was too scared. And things were getting worse. His drinking was worse. The episodes more frequent. He was less sorry afterward. So, I figured I’d better man up and do something.”
I don’t dare look at Pepper, but I feel her eyes on me, wide and riveted. I think she’s holding her breath.
“I went to Don Tacone. I was friends with Nico from school, and everyone knew who his dad was. I told him my problem and asked him for a gun. I don’t know what I thought-that I’d threaten my dad with it the next time and he’d back down. Don Tacone gave me the gun. Took me to a shooting range and showed me how to use it. Made me practice until I had it down.”
Pepper reaches for my arm again. Her fingers tighten around the cords of taut muscles.
“And a few weeks later I came home to find my dad straddling my mom, punching her in the face. I ran for the gun. I told him to get off her. He didn’t back down. I guess he didn’t think I’d do it. So when he came after me, I shot him.”
My mom’s bloodied, horrified face swims before my eyes. “My ma screamed, Tony, what have you done? After all that, she didn’t want him dead. I don’t think she’s ever forgiven me. She continues to pray for my soul.” I give a humorless laugh.
I still don’t look at Pepper, even though my story is done. I don’t want to see that same horror on her face.
“And then what?” Her voice cracks from lack of use.
I turn and put a finger to her lips. Stroke her soft cheek. “Cops came. I got tangled up in social services for a bit, and then Don Tacone sorted it all out. Got us a new place to live. Paid our rent, gave me a job.” I chuckle, remembering. I’d thought it was a real job back then, but the old man was just preserving my dignity. “My job was to be Nico’s bodyguard-not that he needed one. But from then on, I was his shadow. Stuck to him like glue. He may not have wanted a best friend, but he got one.” I lean my head against Pepper’s. “I didn’t want to tell you that story. I already know what you think of me.”
Pepper reaches her hand to cup my cheek. We stand there, heads together, each of us touching each other’s faces. “What do you think I think of you?”
Pain ratchets up in my chest, nearly knocking the wind out of me. “I’m soulless.” It’s hard to speak. The words shudder out of me. “A monster.”
Pepper chokes and I realize she’s crying-for me. She shakes her head. “I don’t know what else you’ve done, Tony, but what happened then-that was self-defense. You were a scared boy who did what he had to do to save his mom’s life.” Tears run down her beautiful face, killing me. I want to crush her in my arms, consume her. “Stop judging yourself.”
I do crush her now, gathering her up against me like she’s the life force keeping me breathing.
And she is.
“Pepper.” I pull away and interweave my fingers with hers. “You’re the only one I’ve told that story to. You’re the only one who’s ever asked. Or cared.”
She points at my chest and holds her finger there, then turns her hand to touch her own breastbone. You’re that for me, or something like that. It doesn’t matter. I don’t need words. We communicate on a much deeper level. A beautiful, healing level.
I take her hand and we walk back to the car and that’s when I see him.
A pair of sunglasses and ball cap. The wink of binoculars looking right at us. Someone’s watching. Could be a fed. Could be a hitman. Hard to say for sure, but I’m not sticking around, especially not when Pepper’s involved.
I unlock the car and open Pepper’s door, trying not to show the changes in me-the rush of adrenaline pumping through my veins.
I get in and start the car, gunning it. Behind us, the sunglasses gets in a gold Lexus SUV and follows. It speeds up on me until it’s just a couple cars behind, and when we’re crossing the giant Memorial Bridge, the Lexus shoots forward and tries to slam into the side of my much smaller BMW.
Hitman, then.
I shoot forward and it only catches my tail end, spinning us to the side, but not over the edge. Pepper screams, which scares me almost as much as the attempted murder.
“No screaming, baby. Hang on tight, I’ll get us out of this.” I zoom around several cars, shooting forward, braking hard, swerving.
The SUV follows closely behind, right on our tail.
“Who is that?” Pepper shrieks.
We get off the other side of bridge and I take my shot at speeding around the traffic on the highway. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen him close up yet. Someone who wants me dead, apparently.”
“Why?”
“Good question.” I keep driving like a madman, creating a little distance between me and him. Would Junior have put a hit out on me?
Seems unlikely. I don’t think we reached that point. Besides, he’s more of the do-it-himself type, especially if something’s personal. But maybe he wants me dead without Nico’s blame.
I don’t know who else it could be, but in my line of business, enemies crawl out of the woodwork. Just months ago someone showed up and tried to kill Stefano at a poker game.
I keep screaming down the highway, pushing it over one hundred miles an hour. Pepper hangs onto the door handle, gasping and whimpering.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry this happened with you. But I promise, I’m not going to let you get hurt.”
She doesn’t answer, just huddles against the door, leaning away from me.
I keep my eyes on the rear view mirror. When we hit the Vegas exit, I lose the guy.
Which is good, except I’d rather have my eyes on the guy who wants me dead than wait for him to pop out at me.
I skip valet parking and park the Beamer myself in Nico’s private parking area. Pepper tumbles out of the car and my chest aches at the way this went down. Being with me put her in danger. Now she’s scared.
And probably done. She’s already hustling away without even looking back at me.
“Hang on, songbird. I’ll walk you up.” I jog to catch up with her.
She pushes through the door, and I see a figure step from the shadows, gun pointed right at her head.
“Pepper, get down!” I draw my gun and fire at the same time I yank Pepper back into the parking garage. He fires back, hitting the door. I wait a beat, and throw the door open and swing through the opening with my gun raised.
A karate chop to the windpipe throws me back. My gun’s knocked loose and it skitters along the floor.
I lunge before I can even see, my eyes smarting, my breath still struggling. I take the guy down, throw punches at his face.
A face I recognize.
Ernie Denesto. A second-rate hitman for hire. No connection with any Family that I know of.
“Who hired you?” I demand.
His gun wobbles in my face. I knock it away, get my fingers around his throat. I squeeze.
I squeeze and squeeze.
Pepper whimpers my name, which only makes me squeeze harder.
“He almost killed you.” Just remembering how close she came to dying makes my vision bleed red.
“Tony! Tony, stop!”
I can’t stop. Have to protect Pepper. I won’t let him endanger her again…
“Tony!”
Fuck.
He’s dead.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I get up and whirl to face Pepper. The look on her face makes my stomach drop to my feet.
She covers her mouth with her hand, her eyes swimming with tears. “Tony. What have you done?”
I hold my hands out. “Fuck, Pepper. I’m sorry.” I look down at the body below me. “Everything’s gonna be okay. I-”
“No. Not, it’s not. He’s dead.” Her voice wobbles on the last word. She turns and takes off down the hall.
“Pepper!”
“Leave me alone!” she shouts and runs away, into the casino.
I punch the wall, cracking the plaster and busting open my knuckles.
How could I fuck things up this badly?
I wanted to save her.
Now I’ve lost her.
Forever.