Entangled (Guzzi Duet Book 2)

by Bethany-Kris

  He was right.

  He always was.

  It seemed like Cara had blinked—just once—and Marcus was turning one month old. Everyone had told her again and again that she needed to enjoy the time she had with her baby while he was a newborn, because before she knew it, he wouldn’t be so tiny and new. Sure, Marcus was still a newborn, but just the fact that the first month had passed them by so quickly, in a haze of long nights, dirty diapers and so much more, was surreal.

  And sweet.

  The ding of the elevator brought Cara from her thoughts. She lifted her stare from her sleeping son in her arms, just in time to see Tommas enter through the penthouse’s elevator with a wide smile and already opened arms.

  “Cara.”

  “Tommy,” Cara replied in kind, unable to stop her growing smile.

  “Come here.”

  Before she knew what happened, her brother had wrapped her up in a tight hug that damn near squeezed the life out of her. She wasn’t about to complain, though. It had been too long since she last seen her brother, though they did try to talk at least once a week.

  “My God, look at this bambino,” Tommas said, stepping back to give Marcus a good one-over. “He’s going to be a heartbreaker.”

  Cara swatted her brother on his arm, laughing. “Don’t start with that yet. He’s just a baby.”

  “Prepare for it, Cara. Prepare.”

  She rolled her eyes, and turned to walk them in further. “Do you want a coffee? How was your flight?”

  “Coffee would be great. And it was shit, but it always is when I’m not flying privately.”

  “How’s Abriella?” Cara asked.

  “Wonderful and beautiful,” Tommas said of his wife. “Next time, she’ll come, too. It’s just not the right time with the little one.”

  Tommas, too, was a new parent. His son, Tommaso, was only a couple of months older than Marcus. Cara had seen picture after picture of her one and only nephew, as Tommas was like every proud father with a camera in his hands, but she had yet to meet the baby.

  “I get it, no worries,” Cara assured. “You didn’t have to rush up here, either, by the way. I would have understood, Tommas.”

  Her brother shrugged, setting his bag to the side as they entered the kitchen. “Who else is going to come here and see this baby of yours, huh? I’m the only family you’ve got left—I need to be here for him. And you, too.”

  “Sit down. I’ll get your coffee.”

  Tommas shrugged off his suit jacket and took a seat at the large kitchen table. Cara didn’t miss how her brother peered around the penthouse, or the bit of it that he could see. She hadn’t been the least bit surprised when he mentioned wanting to come down for a weekend to visit, but she had been a little shocked that he actually made time to do so.

  Her brother had a busy life in Chicago, especially now that he was married with a child of his own, not to mention the fact that he was the boss of the Outfit. She suspected that her brother’s time was already pulled thin in every single direction, and yet he made time for her.

  Time for Marcus.

  Cara appreciated that more than Tommas could possibly know.

  “So, this is a nice place,” Tommas said quietly.

  Cara side-eyed her brother as she set a cup of coffee down in front of him. “Say what you’re thinking, don’t dance around it.”

  “When did you move out of the apartment?”

  “A couple of weeks before the baby was born.”

  “Wasn’t that when the issue happened at the shelter?” Tommas asked.

  Cara made a face. “Yeah, around that time.”

  Tommas scowled, but hid it quickly enough by taking a drink of his coffee.

  “That wasn’t Gian’s fault,” Cara said, shifting Marcus to sleep over her shoulder as she took a seat beside her brother. “That was completely unrelated to Gian, Tommy.”

  “So you said before. A domestic abuse victim’s husband, right?”

  “Right.” Cara rubbed a hand over her son’s lower back. “And Gian just happened to … get himself in the middle of it, which was mostly what ended up on the news.”

  “And you, too. You ended up on the news, Cara.”

  “Not by our choice.”

  Tommas sighed, and looked around the penthouse again. “I guess he moved you in after that, huh?”

  “Actually, I kind of did that by myself. He didn’t really say a thing either way, because it was what he had been asking for the whole pregnancy. It was a few days later that he finally did something about me moving in.”

  “And what was that?”

  Cara’s gaze darted away from her brother as she admitted, “Signed the deed for the place over to me. This place isn’t his, now. It’s mine. No one can take it from me, no one can force me out of it. It’s all mine.”

  Tommas let out an appreciative sound, surprising Cara further. “Well, then.”

  “I do like the penthouse.”

  “It’s very high up.”

  “I feel safer here, Tommy. It feels right to be here.”

  “Are you happier here, too?”

  Cara looked back to her brother to find he was searching her face for any sign of a lie or maybe even discontent. “I’m happy with him.”

  “Even knowing what you do—even after everything?”

  “I don’t excuse Gian. I only choose to love him. The rest is details. Those don’t matter.”

  “They never should.” Tommas nodded, and then reached for Marcus. “Now, give me my nephew. It’s time for him to wake up and meet me properly. Where is Gian, by the way?”

  Cara handed the sleeping baby over. “He thought I might like to spend some time alone with you first before inserting his presence, too.”

  “That’s fine and great,” Tommas replied just as fast, “but it doesn’t answer my question.”

  “At the mansion.”

  Tommas’ gaze cut to Cara just as Marcus woke up. “Is that where she lives?”

  “Her name is Elena. His wife. You can say her name to me, Tommy.”

  “Again, not my question.”

  “It is.”

  “I see,” her brother said softly.

  “It’s not always easy or pretty. I never thought it would be, though.”

  “But love, right?”

  Cara smiled. “Yeah, love, Tommy.”

  “I haven’t decided if I like you yet or not,” Cara heard her brother say from down the hall.

  She carefully closed the door to Marcus’s nursery, not wanting to wake the baby up after his before-bed feed. It was like the baby thought he suddenly needed another round of milk before he could go back to sleep. Cara’s well was dry for the moment.

  “I don’t think it’s required for you to like me, honestly,” Gian replied with a chuckle.

  Cara kept her steps light and quiet as she walked down the hall, heading toward the office where Gian had disappeared to with Tommas when she went to feed Marcus after supper. Just a foot from the opened doorway, she held back from going further where she could be seen, and listened to the conversation happening beyond the doors.

  She knew better than to eavesdrop.

  She couldn’t help it.

  All evening, from the time Gian had arrived back at the penthouse, the two men had engaged in very safe conversation with one another. They almost seemed to be circling around one another, too, as though they were being careful about their words and actions, lest one offend the other.

  Cara was not sure if that was because of their respective positions in their organized crime families, or for her.

  “I like that you love her,” Tommas said, “and that counts for a lot.”

  “I love her entirely.”

  “And your son, too. That much is obvious.”

  “He’s my greatest pride and joy, and she gave him to me.”

  “But I don’t like the rest,” Tommas admitted. “I don’t like that she is pushed aside in the eyes of others, or given labels and na
mes that she doesn’t deserve. I don’t like that it must hurt her to spend half of her week with you, and wonder the other half. I don’t like that there are nights she is alone, caring for your child, because you have distractions elsewhere.”

  “Responsibilities—duties,” Gian corrected fast and sharp. “Distractions implies something that is not and has not ever been there. Use the right word, Tommas. It’s the least you can do if you’re going to insult me to my face.”

  “I’m not trying to insult you, Gian. I only want to understand.”

  “You’re like me, aren’t you? You sit in my spot, too. You know these rules, this life, and those people. Divorce would mean ruining my family’s legacy, at the very least. At the most, my life would be given up as a sacrifice. So here I am, doing what I need to do.”

  “Certainly not what you want to do.”

  “No,” Gian murmured.

  “I heard you were having some issues on the streets, and with the police.”

  “The police are expected, given what happened last year and before that. The streets, on the other hand … well, that’s just my bastard father-in-law trying to force my hand with my family and men. He’s been quiet the last month or so, surprisingly. And after everything he did, the issues he started, men he killed, and the threats … it’s concerning. He’s gone under the radar, too, making it harder to watch him. Even his men are out of sight for the moment. He wanted to make a point to me, or rather, make a point out of me. He didn’t succeed, but that does not mean he’s finished.”

  “Why is that surprising? Maybe he finally came to the realization that you’re not going to give him what he wants.”

  “You would have to know the man,” Gian said with a sigh. “Everyone always gives him what he wants, even if it takes a while. He simply has to find the right button to push with a man to get him to hand it over.”

  “And so, the quietness and the disappearing act is a bad thing.”

  “It is always bad when a man cannot see Gabriel coming, Tommas.”

  Silence hung heavily between the two before Tommas spoke again.

  “And all of this for what? Why is he causing these issues?”

  “He believes I have a rat in my family, and he thinks forcing my hand to cull through my men indiscriminately will fix the issue,” Gian answered.

  “Do you have a rat?”

  “A big, fat one.”

  Tommas grunted disgustedly. “But you’re not as concerned about the rat as you are—”

  “Gabriel. Exactly.”

  “And why is that, now?”

  “He’s pushed every other button he thinks I have, Tommas,” Gian said, “and it earned him nothing. I only have one thing left for him to come after, to make his point loud and clear.”

  “You’re talking about Cara.”

  “Every part of me wishes I wasn’t.”

  “But you’ve told me you keep her presence quiet, and that you’re quiet about coming and going from here. You said you were careful, Gian.”

  “I can never be careful enough, I can only be mindful now.”

  “What does that even mean?”

  “It means I have been watching and waiting for him to try and push that button with me, because he knows very well that it’s there. I do all I can to keep her safe, because I put her in this position, even if she doesn’t know it.”

  “Why not just kill him?” Tommas demanded.

  “It’s never that easy. Another person on my shit-list shows up murdered. I don’t need the fucking attention it’s likely to bring, unless he doesn’t give me a choice. I’ve managed Gabriel this long, when others wouldn’t have bothered at all, I can manage a little while longer. Surely. We’ve been entangled in this mess for years. I know his games.”

  “So just kill him.”

  “Tell me, why didn’t you just kill the person standing in your way, Tommas?”

  Tommas cleared his throat. “It wasn’t that easy.”

  “My point, merci.”

  “And if he does go after Cara?”

  “I’m doing everything I can to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

  “But if he does,” Tommas pressed, not even posing it as a question.

  “Then I’ll slaughter him. It’ll turn all eyes on me—it’ll cause a war between organizations. It’s everything I can’t afford to have happen right now, given the state of my freedom and famiglia.”

  “But?”

  “I’ll do it. I’ll burn the whole fucking world down for her. Imagine what I would do to just one man.”

  Jenny’s face lit up with pure joy as Cara turned the infant car seat so that a wide-awake, one month and a half old Marcus was visible. “Look at him!”

  “I do,” Cara said, laughing. “Every day, all the time.”

  “Oh, my God. He is too precious.”

  And just like that, someone else fell in love with Cara’s son. She couldn’t really blame people. There was something about Marcus’s sweet face and gold-flecked brown eyes that just did it for everybody. When he smiled, they all melted.

  “He looks like his father,” Jenny noted. “Those eyes are just unreal.”

  “So everyone keeps saying.”

  Jenny carefully maneuvered Marcus from his car seat. The baby peered up at the new, strange person in his world, but still grinned behind his soother. “I’m so glad you brought him in to the shelter to say hello. Everyone misses you so much. We were starting to consider you were never going to come back.”

  Cara waved that off. “I’ll be back. Four months is all I agreed to take off, and I can bring him in with me when I do start back. No worries there.”

  “Well, let’s go say hello to everybody, sweet boy.”

  For the next hour, Cara strolled from office to office, and section to section, watching as yet more people fell head over heels for her boy. She had wanted to come to the shelter sooner, as her coworkers were just as much her family as her own brother, but things always seemed to get in the way. She had pushed it aside for far too long.

  Cara was grateful she had made the time today.

  “So, how’s it been with the new baby?” another one of her co-workers asked.

  “Busy. Tiring. Wonderful.”

  The woman smiled as she headed back into her office. “Babies will definitely do that.”

  Cara stepped aside as the mail cart was pushed through the office wing. The man who delivered the mail stopped long enough to give the baby and Cara a quick hello, and then went about delivering the last bit of his manila envelopes to each office.

  “We will be so happy to have you back,” Jenny said, “though I understand why you want to take as much time as you can with this beautiful little creature.”

  Cara took her son when Jenny offered the still wide-awake baby back. “I do want to get back here, though. I feel like I’ll probably have way too much to catch up on, by the time I get back into the office.”

  “Don’t worry, you haven’t missed a lot, Cara. We’ve just spent the last month working through what happened with the shooting, settling back in, and getting everyone settled. Nothing too strenuous.”

  “Still …”

  “Enjoy the time with your baby,” Jenny said.

  Cara sighed. “I am, trust me.”

  “And you are always welcome to come in just for conversation. No one is going to turn you away with little Marcus here.”

  She laughed. “Yes, not because you want me here, it’s all about him, now.”

  “Well, look at him!”

  “Oh, my.”

  The quiet exclamation from behind Cara gained both her and Jenny’s attention. The previous co-worker that had been admiring Marcus stood in her office doorway with a manila envelope in her hands. Her gaze darted from whatever she was staring at, to Cara, and then back again. A pink reddened her cheeks.

  “Something wrong, Nancy?” Jenny asked.

  “Um. Uh. Well—”

  “Spit it out.”

  An odd, he
avy sensation settled in Cara’s stomach. She wasn’t sure why, but just the way Nancy looked at her again, and then back down to the item in her hands, it was unsettling.

  To say the least …

  “Whoa!”

  Another shout from someone else echoed inside a different office.

  “Did you get one of these?” Nancy asked, lifting the envelope for Jenny to see. She kept the items hidden behind it, though.

  “I’m not sure.”

  Nancy’s gaze darted to Cara once more. “You should probably check, Jenny.”

  “Just … Jesus,” Jenny said, stepping forward and ripping the items from Nancy’s hands. “Give it to me. What is wrong with you?”

  Jenny didn’t bother to hide the items that had been inside the envelopes the way Nancy had. Cara almost wished her boss would have done just that. She could plainly see photos of her very naked self in the most dirty, compromising positions. With each photo that Jenny flipped through, the images became progressively dirtier and worse for Cara.

  “Oh, my God,” Cara whispered, horrified.

  She recognized those images.

  They were ones Gian had taken of her.

  Some from before her pregnancy, a few early in her pregnancy, and even a couple of candid shots late in the pregnancy, although those weren’t filthy in nature, simply private.

  Smudged lipstick. Cum up her back. A handprint on her ass. Her mouth full of cock. Her legs spread wide open. Her pussy wet and open. All of the images had her face clearly visible.

  Cara’s heart rammed hard in her ribcage, taking over all other sensations. Her blood rushed in her ears as she struggled to ignore the sudden flood of absolute shame.

  “There were a lot of those same envelopes on the mail cart,” Nancy said quietly. “Probably one for every office, Jenny.”

  Jenny stayed quiet for longer than Cara liked, but eventually nodded. “Okay.”

  “I’m so sorry,” was all Cara managed to get out.

  Anymore, and she was sure vomit would follow her words.

  Jenny looked to Cara, a wariness and pity in her gaze. “This is a very deliberate act on you, Cara.”

  Was it?