Twelve: Luca Capaldi

Twelve

Luca Capaldi

Detective Wallace Wilkins had worked as my family’s private investigator for as far back as I could remember. Giuseppe had had him on retainer. I intended to keep him as such. He was good at finding out information that I needed. He was an older man, with a bald head, a round nose, and always wore a black suit with a black fedora. Even when he was inside a fancy restaurant, like we were now. “Luca,” he said.

I stood up, and took his hand, patting him on the back. “Good to see you, Wilkins. You remember my wife?” I gestured to Audrina.

Audrina stood up and shook his hand. “Hello, Detective. It’s nice to see you again.”

Wilkins looked Audrina up and down. It was an appraising glance, the kind that he might give any new person that he had just met. But somehow, the idea of Wilkins looking at Audrina made my fists clench together. Audriana Bianchi was fucking mine.

The three of us sat back down at the table.

“So, surprised that the two of you finally took