KATE ROMANS
“It’s Pietro Giacometti.” My brows arched as I got that piece of information.
“Pietro Giacometti? I think I have heard of him.” I mumbled, trying to figure out where I had heard his name, while gently tapping my foot against the hard floor underneath the table.
“Heard of him?” My informant chuckled as he grabbed the bale of money, his payment, on the table.
“Who doesn’t know him? But then those who know him and are not in his league prefer to stay very far away from him.” He tucked the money into his bag and looked back up at me.
“And we are not in his league?” I asked and my informant suddenly cackled, almost in a mocking manner.
“Kate, there can be no comparison between a tiger and an ant. On a scale of one to ten, if yourself and Dylan are on one, Pietro won’t be on that scale, he is breaking that scale. You are way too far from his league and I have no idea what Dylan did to have being taken away by Pietro Giacometti in person but whatever the case, you might as well forget that you ever knew Dylan. He’s probably dead already.”
“Dead? That… that’s impossible!” I shook my head. I couldn’t envision Dylan being dead. In every of my thought, he was still alive and he was still very much well.
“Nothing is impossible, especially death and I think you know that well enough. Even people in Pietro’s league are wary of the bastard, don’t you know?” He asked and I just lightly shook my head.
“He is a devil. No, he is worse than a devil. He kills for fun and there are words that the only reason he runs assassination deals is just so he can have enough victims to kill and torture.”
“Torture?” I asked to be sure because for the assassination deals I ran, I just killed and didn’t torture. Dylan did the same.
Torture wasn’t our task.
My informant shook his head lightly in affirmation to my question.
“Let’s just say whatever he does to you, it’s better to just accept it as your fate. And thankfully, he didn’t harm you or your family. It was just Dylan so just forget about Dylan.”
“Forget about Dylan? Dylan and I started this together, how can I forget about him because he was caught by some psychopath?” I snapped, my tapping feet stopping and a hiss leaving my lips.
“Oh? Then what are you going to do? Go after Pietro Giacometti? Try to kill him? Or try to bring him down?” He asked and then shook his head with a chuckle.
“None of that is going to work, Kate. It’s better to just give up.” He tried discouraging me but that wasn’t going to work.
“No.” I gritted my teeth.
I didn’t want to believe that Dylan was dead. Dylan could still be alive and if he was alive, I had to rescue him. I could not let Dylan just die off.
“I am never giving up. Can you help me find the location of where Dylan was taken to?” I questioned.
He paused and stared at me, head slightly tilted.
“I can’t.” he said very conclusively.
“You can’t or you won’t?”
“I can’t and I won’t, Kate. You heard me right. I cannot take that risk. People like us do not search for the hideouts of the big shots. You are going to get yourself killed if you try to do this. Keep yourself safe and forget about Dylan. He is already fucking dead and if he isn’t dead, he surely won’t be in a living state.”
“Listen to me, Kate” He had a concerned look on his face as he leaned a little closer to me over the table. He looked around the restaurant for a few seconds before fixing his gaze on me.
“I have seen Pietro Giacometti once and the man I saw that night… he is not someone to be messed with. At all.” He warned but my face remained determined.
Pietro Giacometti could be a big shot and he could be a man not to be trifled with but that didn’t mean that I was going to let him just kill Dylan. And if he had killed Dylan…
My jaws clenched.
Then, I was going to make him pay for it. I was going to make him fucking realize that not everyone could be slaughtered!
**
A man stood by the window side in an office, a lit tobacco in one hand and a picture in his other hand as he stared out at the beautiful morning sky.
“Such a pretty day, don’t you agree, Caily? Or should I call you what he calls you, Peaches?” He asked the picture in his hands and laughed at his own words.
An eye patch covered his right eye and he pulled off the eye patch, revealing completely scarred skin.
“And there, you have grown up to become so so beautiful.” He trailed his fingers over the picture of Caily.
“And you’ve got two beautiful eyes. And your man, has also got two.” He chuckled, an, underlying expression of pain underneath his chuckle.
“Just a little bit more though. A tiny little bit more and I will get my hands on you. You won’t have to wait so much longer anymore, okay?” He tapped at the picture and laughed before walking over to his table and dropping the picture.
A soft knock came on his door and he let the person at the door in, saying, ‘Come in.’ The door opened and a man dressed in black walked in.
“How did it go?” He questioned immediately.
“Pietro Giacometti is still uninterested in meeting up in person for the deal, despite the increase in their percentage and big boss will not allow any more increase.”
“We don’t need to meet up with him in person anymore. We will meet with his representatives and strike the deal. I will get the opportunity to meet Pietro Giacometti in the nearest future.” He grinned.
“Alright.” The man in black turned and walked out of the room.
“Right. Why would I need to go all out to have a meeting with Pietro when meeting with him might even lead to a fight I will lose? When, instead I can just grab his pretty, little Peaches way easily and Pietro will come running?”
“Ah, you will be such a good tool, Peaches.” he chuckled and got into his seat, slightly throwing his head back and wondering for the next few seconds how in the world Pietro still wanted Peaches after all these years.
“But then, he has never been normal. And this makes it more exciting.” He rubbed his hands.
“As long as I can get things to work out my way, I can have my beautiful revenge on Pietro Giacometti. Fuck his beautiful Peaches right in front of him, make him watch and then make him one eyed, just like he made me.” Journee grinned and in few seconds, his grin turned into wild laughter.