The Woman with the Ring (Costa Family #3) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Costa Family Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
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Making funeral arrangements on Christmas morning.

“Are you leaving today?” I asked, knowing I had to accept his way of handling everything.

“No. I have to talk with my… with Dawson and Dulles. But downstairs.”

“Okay. Have you eaten?” To that, I got a snort. “How about you go sit down, and I’ll make you something, okay?” I offered.

I might not know how to comfort grief, but I did know that the women in my family always showed they cared with food. Which gave me something to do so I didn’t feel completely useless.

“Okay,” he agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of my head before walking off.

Grief made his steps slower, his shoulders more slumped. And when he sat, he dropped down, almost as if his legs wouldn’t hold him anymore.

I could hear him on the phone as I cooked, and from the sound of things, it was with the funeral home.

Eventually, Vissi was the one to join me in the kitchen, looking just as wrecked and sleepless as Primo had. In the absence of Primo the night before, I imagined the weight of the family had landed on Vissi’s shoulders since Terzo was gone.

“How is he?” he asked, accepting coffee when I passed it to him.

“It’s Primo. He won’t say exactly how he is. But he’s… I think he’s processing. Not repressing it, but dealing in his own way.”

“There’s a lot of death in our lives,” Vissi said. “He’s had a lot of men close to him die. But I think all of us always figured we would be exempt from that. Terzo took a bullet that was meant for Primo,” Vissi explained. “Primo had bent down to grab a magazine he’d dropped at the exact second the bullet got Terzo, from an angle that said it likely would have hit Primo instead of his brother if he hadn’t ducked down. So he’s likely feeling guilty about that too.”

“Was there… did anyone else…” I asked. I already knew Dawson and Dulles were okay. And Vissi, since he was right in front of me. And while I didn’t know all the other men well, I did know some of them well enough to be a little sad if they were gone.

“Got one in critical, two more with gunshot wounds, but they’re minor.”

“Did you… do you know who it was?” I asked, knowing I wasn’t supposed to ask questions like Did you kill any of theirs? Will someone pay for this?

To that, Vissi’s jaw went tight.

“I’m sorry.”

“Not as sorry as whoever this is when Primo gets his hands on them.”

That was true.

“He tried to make me leave.”

“You should leave,” Vissi said, shaking his head. “This isn’t over. No one wants you to be in danger.”

“I’m not going anywhere. This is where I belong.”

To that, Vissi’s brow rose, and the ghost of a smile tugged at his lips.

“So, you’re not a prisoner being kept by her warden anymore, hm?” he asked. “The boss man found his ride-or-die after all?”

“Well, I mean, I would really prefer not to die,” I said, rolling my eyes. “But this is my place. I’m here. Through the good and the bad.”

I didn’t know then, though, just how bad it could still get.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Primo

I spent Christmas morning making funeral plans for my slain brother while looking at the tree Isabella had so painstakingly put up and decorated.

I’d wanted this morning to be something special for us. That was the plan after the evening with her family had gone so well.

We’d reached a turning point, and I wanted to keep taking strides in the right direction with her. I wanted to wake up early and make Christmas breakfast, knowing she was going to insist on making dinner. I wanted to sit with her on the couch and watch Christmas movies and discuss how nice it would be to maybe have a kid with us the following year.

I wanted happiness and new traditions.

And I got death and grief instead.

The night before was a bit of a blur in my mind.

The only truly clear moments were when the bullets first started to fly, and I knew that I needed to get Isabella safe, and hearing her scream for me as she was dragged away.

And then the moment I watched a bullet blow a hole open in my brother’s head.

I’d known grief in my life. It started with uncles and cousins getting gunned down when I was barely a kid. Then my mother’s death. Friends who became a part of the Family with me were long gone.

Death and grief and funerals were a normal part of my life.

But it was different with Terzo.

A brother.

And not a shithead like the other one who’d been killed.

Terzo was rough and cold, but he had been a good man. He’d been caring and loyal and hardworking. I’d naively thought I would always have him at my side.


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