Corrupt by Aubree Valentine
Chapter 8
That night at Angelo's wedding, I had no idea that would be our last night together. After begging for him to take me with him on his honeymoon, Angelo fucked me into submission then left. Like he always does.
I managed to fly under his radar in Connecticut where he hid out for a week. And hid in the shadows while he slept his way through Italy. Still not as slick as he thinks he is because it was obvious every time he called on escorts to take care of his needs or Aria’s.
“Francesco Ramone is missing. Presumed dead. Went missing right after the wedding.” Vinny informs me with a frustrated sigh. “Of course that’s only the tip of the iceberg. Someone on Bellini’s payroll is getting sloppy but rumor has it that Angelo’s being sent in to take care of that.”
“Angelo’s been out of town for weeks. If I’m coming up short with getting close to him, who the hell do you have on the inside?”
“I can’t tell you that,” he shakes his head. “But I can tell you that he brought back more than his fair share of black blood diamonds were not the only things he smuggled back from Italy.”
“And we know about it, but completely let him get away with it?”
There were once rumors of Angelo taking the family business...legit. But, that doesn’t seem to be the case here. There’s nothing legit about a man who smuggled black blood diamonds back on his private plan after his honeymoon.
Or a man who is headed to the docks in the middle of the night after an interesting family dinner.
For a family that trusts no one, they’re completely blind to whoever is feeding us information.
Right on time, there’s movement on the camera’s we’ve installed all over the docks where Angelo’s family keeps their yachts and makes all their transactions.
“Target has arrived,” the radio cracks to life.
From my spot in the vacant building nearby, I watch on the video feed as Angelo comes into frame.
On the surface his visit looks innocent enough but I don’t miss how he checks several containers. Nor do I miss the look of disappointment on his face when he discovers the empty ones, clearly the Bellini family took the bait.
Unfortunately his little visit to the docks tonight isn’t exactly incriminating.
Somehow the rat bastard has managed to once again fly just under the radar of getting caught.
I can imagine that Angelo is cursing under his breath, all the way back to his car after finding those crates empty.
“That went well,” Vinny laughs.
“Anything we can use?”
“Maybe,” Vinny smirks. “We’ll have to just wait and see, now won’t we?”
“Cryptic, fucker.”
“It’s late, I doubt anyone will come back tonight. You can head out.”
“I guess I will. Call me if you find anything we can use?” I remind him.
The drive back across town takes half the time thanks to the fact that every other normal person in the city is asleep.
As I walk back into my apartment, the tale we’ve had on Angelo lets us know he’s returned back to his place with his wife.
His pregnant wife.
Yet another small detail he neglected to mention to his fuck boy. Not surprised though, rumors had been swirling for weeks because of how rushed the wedding was.
Turns out Angelo Bellini is actually as predictable as they come. The instincts I once trusted, I now question.
Putting this bastard behind bars is going to be so much more rewarding.
