Chapter 23: Chapter 23: Badass

I woke up alone, although I remember Bebe staying with me until I had bawled my eyes out and sleep had taken over.

I tied my hair up and put on some of my clothes that Giovanni still had in his closet. I put the sweaters I wore in the laundry and made sure I didn’t have anything of his.

I looked around the room one last time before leaving.

“Let’s start with how we screwed up last time,” Alex’s voice said from behind a door.

I leaned against the wall and crossed my arms over my chest.

“The plan was perfect,” Alessandro responded.

“Obviously it wasn’t. He knew we were coming. We got there and it was like he was already waiting for us,” Alex said.

I shook my head and opened the door before walking into the room. “You have a mole,” I said bluntly.

They all turned to face me with the same confused looks on their faces.

“We’ve been down that road—we couldn’t find anybody,” Lorenzo said, shaking his head.

“Then you weren’t asking the right questions,” I said softly.

“I think we know how to conduct an interrogation,” Dimitri said, chuckling.

“Yeah? Bring me everybody you interrogated—I’ll get you your mole,” I said, taking a seat on the couch.

They looked between each other like they were having a secret conversation and Alex shrugged.

“She went to London and came back a badass,” Alessandro mumbled as they walked out of the room.

I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.

“I thought you left,” Giovanni said.

I opened my eyes to see him sitting across from me. “I was leaving. I’m just helping my brother and the boys with something,” I said softly.

“Oh,” he said, turning his head.

I bit my lip and closed my eyes again.

“I don’t want you to go,” he said, catching my attention.

I slowly opened my eyes and chewed my lip. “I don’t want to go,” I admitted.

“Then stay,” he said, taking his hands in mine.

“Giovanni, I’m broken. He r-r—took advantage of me. You deserve somebody better,” I said as my eyes filled with tears.

He frowned and started to respond when he got cut off.

“We’re ready,” Alex said, knocking and opening the door.

I stood up and followed him out of the room. Giovanni was behind us, but he hadn’t said a word.

There was a line of people leaning against the wall and they all looked shocked to see me. Alex opened a door and I stepped into the room.

There was a man tied to a chair, and there was an annoyed look on his face.

“I’M NOT THE MOLE,” he yelled, keeping his eyes on me.

I nodded my head slowly and turned to look at Alex.

“He’s not the mole,” I said softly.

“How do you know?” he asked, looking between the two of us.

I walked up to the table in the corner of the room and picked up two knives. “Because I already know who it is,” I said, turning to face them.

“Who is it?” Giovanni asked as Alex walked up to the guy and untied him.

I walked out of the room, and they followed behind me as I started to walk down the line of people. I stopped in front of a guy and smiled.

“I’m not the mole,” he said, keeping his eyes on the knife.

“No, I know. I was just giving the real mole a chance to run,” I said, smiling.

I heard a gasp and running footsteps. I smirked and turned around as the mole started to run down the hallway.

I threw the knife, and it hit her in the leg. She grabbed her leg and screamed in pain.

She kept limping away, and I rolled my eyes as I threw the second knife at her other leg, making her fall.

Giovanni and Alex watched me as I walked past them. She was whimpering and dragging herself across the floor.

I rolled my eyes and stepped on the knife, digging it further into her leg.

“Please stop,” she screamed in pain.

I took my foot off and pulled the knives out. Dimitri and Lorenzo stepped out of a room and looked between me and the girl.

Alessandro’s eyes widened, and he started to run toward her.

“Back off,” Giovanni said.

Alessandro froze and looked between all of us.

“I need her in the room,” I said, pulling off my leather jacket.

Lorenzo and Dimitri grabbed her and started dragging her into the room.

“What’s going on?” Alessandro asked, looking around frantically.

“She’s the mole,” I said before stepping into the room. I closed the door behind me and hung my jacket on the doorknob.

“Did you think I wasn’t going to recognize you?” I asked, cleaning the blood from the knife on her shirt and putting them back.

She didn’t answer me, but I could feel her glaring at me.

“You know, when he wasn’t abusing me or sleeping with somebody else, he was training me,” I said, pushing the table in front of her.

I sat down across from her and studied her carefully.

“Alessandro, it’s not me, I swear,” she whimpered, looking past my head at the window.

“Why are you calling for Alessandro?” I asked, tilting my head to the side.

“‘Cause he’s my boyfriend and he knows I wouldn’t do this,” she said, turning her attention back to me.

“How long have you been together?” I asked.

“Ever since you left,” she growled.

I chuckled humorlessly and grabbed two of the knives before stabbing them into her hands.

“BITCH!” she screamed.

“Tell him how I know you’re the mole or I’ll do a lot worse than stabbing you in your hands,” I warned.

“Go to hell,” she said, breathing heavily.

“Tell him about how I came home one day and you were riding Johnathan and telling him about”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” she screamed.

I smiled and leaned back. “Tell him about how you stood there and watched as he kicked me in my stomach over and over until he heard my ribs crack,” I said as my smile slowly dropped.

“You deserved it, Puta. I’m only sorry we didn’t get to finish,” she spat. She froze as soon as the words left her mouth and slowly closed her eyes.

I could hear yelling on the other side of the door and I knew it was Alessandro.

“Don’t let him in here,” she pleaded, opening her eyes.

“What else did you tell Johnathan?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Nothing,” she said, shaking her head.

“Fine,” I shrugged, getting up and walking to the door.

“No, no, wait—I’ll tell you everything,” she pleaded as I started to open the door.

I closed it back and sat back down.

“I should probably start from the beginning,” she said, looking down at the knives that were still in her hands.

I rolled my eyes and pulled them out before dropping them on the ground.