Sold to the Capo-Chapter 90: THE SNITCH?

ADRIANA’S POV

"That’s not what you said, Salvatore. You said you’d give me the goddamn phone" I huffed in annoyance, my eyes wide as I stared at him.

It was barely morning, but after tossing and turning in bed, I resigned myself to the fact I wouldn’t be able to sleep unless I wanted to subject myself to the nightmares that plagued me what felt like an eternity ago.

When I tried to recall my last nightmare, I realized that it had been a while and now, it was back as I left Italy... as I left Vincenzo. The person who was able to take away my nightmares even though he was the one who plagued them.

"I know what I said, Adriana." Salvatore’s tired voice brought me out of my never-ending thoughts, and I refocused my eyes on him.

He had told me a few hours ago that I’d be given a burner phone to reach out to Vincenzo, but now he had simply confiscated my phone as planned but was saying he couldn’t give me a burner phone.

"Then what’s happening?" I retorted, my tone frustrated.

He was on the rooftop with me, his gaze overlooking the vast expanse of land that seemed to stretch forever.

"There has been a change of plans, I promise that this is not something that you need to worry yourself about. I’ll fix it, and you’ll get a phone, but it’s just not immediately." He tried to assure me, but he didn’t meet my gaze; he refused to, no matter how much I leaned forward, trying to catch his gaze.

"Then how exactly should I know if Vincenzo is all right?" I shot at him.

That was the only reason why I wanted a phone; I needed to hear him, to keep myself sane here; I just wanted to.

I don’t think I had ever liked someone this way to want to overlook their past mistakes. Never. I don’t even think I had liked someone this much for nothing.

"You already know that he’s fine. I told you so" Once more, Salvatore’s voice brought me out of my thoughts.

Why wouldn’t he just give me a phone? Suddenly it occurred to me that perhaps... Vincenzo had instructed him not to? No, that didn’t make any sense. He would want to talk to me.

Would he?

Suddenly, assumption after assumption filled my mind, and each one left me more desolate than the other, and I found myself thinking about it.

"What if I need to hear his voice to know that he’s fine?" I asked him, my voice now a bit more calm than before.

He frowned at that and looked at me, anger evident in his tone as he spoke to me. "What’s that supposed to mean? You don’t trust what I said?" He sounded really annoyed, his blue eyes seeming to glow under the full moon.

I stepped back, not liking the dangerous glint in his eyes. "No, no, that’s not what I meant..." I stuttered, the words caught in my throat.

He didn’t even wait for me to finish talking or at least get ahold of myself before he continued speaking, his tone harsh and biting. "Good, don’t even think about it, Adriana..you can trust me, you know that, don’t you?" He asked, his tone filled with annoyance as he waited for my answer.

There was something weird about the way he was acting and the hair on my skin stood on end, making me take another step back, my eyes scanning him in a quick glance.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.

It was weird enough that he was here on the roof by this time and his behavior was just not adding up. He looked like he was in a hurry to get me out of there, like he had something to do and I wasn’t supposed to be there.

Hearing my question, he ran a hand through his hair and gave a quick sigh. "I’m perfectly fine, look it’s quite late, I think you should go back to your room again"

There it was again. That hurried speech to get me back inside.

When I didn’t answer him, he took a quick peek at the time on his phone and he looked at me, this time with pure unfiltered annoyance. "Adriana, I’ll get back to you in the morning, I seriously just want to be alone right now"

I opened my mouth to say something but then I decided against it, shutting my mouth. "Yeah...yeah, sure," I muttered; without waiting for him, I turned around on my heels, walking back into the house.

I closed the door to the roof behind me but I made sure to leave it open a crack before I walked down the stairs to where my room was.

He wanted to do something soon, I wanted to know what was so important that he had to get rid of me. I glanced at the clock in the corridor and a frown settled on my face.

11:46pm

It was likely that whatever he had to do was by midnight.

I was just going to stick around for a while and check out whatever he wanted to do that made him go out on the roof where he felt like no one would go. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Before I could think more about that, I heard a voice from the end of the hallway that made me startle, a gasp escaping me.

"Adriana?" The person said again, the sound of his shoes hitting the floor, reaching me, and echoing in the hallway.

"Mr Carraro" I forced a smile, hoping it looked genuine.

His reaction to seeing me now was better than when he had first seen me a few hours ago; now, he seemed calm, passive, calculating...

"What are you doing up on the roof at this time?" He asked, nodding towards the direction I had come from.

Shoot.

"Oh, I went up there to get some air. The air around was suffocating, and I didn’t want to go out the front door," I quickly lied, using a smile to cover up the unease I felt.

"Makes sense, do you feel better now?" He did a quick sweep of me as we spoke.

I immediately laughed it off, not wanting him to notice anything off. "Yeah, I’m fine; I was just about to head to my room. You’re going upstairs to the roof?" I just had to ask.

He stared at me for a beat too long, a small smile on his face. "Yeah" this time, his voice came out as a whisper.

I frowned, tucking my hands in my pockets as I stared at him. "So, is everything all right? You didn’t seem too...happy to see me when you brought my stuff" I decided to point out.

As much as I wanted to ask about Vincenzo, I had to refrain from it; I would find that out myself; for now, I just had to go by what Salvatore said.

A sad smile tugged at his lips and he shrugged. "You reminded me of someone" he was watching me closely.

Not enough to make me remotely uncomfortable but enough to make me wonder why Vincenzo had sent this man here.

"Oh, who?" I asked, genuine curiosity painting my tone.

"My daughter," he blurted out, and I nodded, understanding immediately.

"Is she...?" I trailed off, not sure if he would find my comment offensive.

Instead, he shook his head, a little bit too aggressively. "No, my daughter isn’t dead... it’s a very long story" He quickly said, his voice a bit strained.

With a sympathetic smile, I nodded. "Oh, that makes sense and it’s fine. I’ll just... get going to my room now" I nodded towards the way he had just come from.

Apparently, the Haven had its own smaller building before this where the children slept, but they came here when there was a general briefing or something like that.

This house was one of Salvatore’s many mansions, but only a few knew about this place, which was why it was chosen as the Haven.

I had left Mr Carraro standing in the hallway, and I waited patiently in the corner, having a bad feeling when I finally started to tiptoe back to the roof, ready to go see what was happening, if there was any.

As I neared the door, I realized that the door was still slightly ajar so I leaned closer, placing my ear by the door crack so I could listen to the jumbled voices.

I could spy Mr Carraro through the crack and I knew that Salvatore was right beside him as I heard the voice of Salvatore speaking to someone on a call, it seemed.

This wasn’t important.

Just as I was about to go back to my room, I heard Salvatore say something. "Yes, I’ve given him the full intel on Enzo’s movements tomorrow. Tell Master LaRosa not to worry," He said into the phone, his voice muffled, but I could pick out the words.

My heart skipped a beat. He was having a conversation with Master LaRosa about Vincenzo’s moves? He had known we were coming to the Haven, and Vincenzo would be out by that time, hence the attack.

Hell no.

The color from my face drained and it took all in me not to collapse to the ground.

Salvatore was the snitch?