I Sold Out a Mafia Boss

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the late hour. The streets are nearly empty. The five-star diner on Fille Royale

n the air. The lighting is dim. We slide our sunglasses off at the same t

h his neatly styled hair. "Thank goodness for Jose," he mutter

hteen years of doing this shit, never for once have we been behind bars. It's not because o

Inzaghi so hell-bent on thinking we deliberately implicated him? We made sure the heat

r father." I say calmly. "He knows that if not you, then me-I'm our father's son. W

ker should be grateful he's still breathing. We

rgue. He's

between us along with two crystal glasses. He pour

e kids? How are things at home?" His voice is casual

. "Isabella is doing goo

?" He gives me

leaning back. "She's gett

ightens. "You c

y head. "You act like

t an answer

se needs need to be taken care of.

ed downwards. "So yo

er sip of my drink. "S

He never approves of the way I treat Antonella, but he a

ng his head. "You know she does

w who she

his breath but doesn't push fu

o be prepared. We can't risk him finding out the truth." He sets his glass dow

lass towards him befor

I assure him. "Becau

a's

't see anyone, just shadows shifting. But I he

can hear my pulse p

here?" I

eps continue. Whoever it is, they're not in a rush.

uc

ss. Unforgiving. Like a man who has never

, right?" I m

large bag onto the chair beside me. The logo of an exclusive de

. "What

ere is no

ankles. My skin stings from the rope, but I barely notice. I'm to

I ask, my voice is loud

. He stands, grabs my arm, and pulls

e," he

at him.

n't wear that." His eyes scan me. "Y

cuse

red and expensive, the kind of thing a mistress wears in a high-end penthouse.

s. "And these a

fazed. "It's what Capó

ap

his back to

I'm not comforta

cks in his j

remble slightly as I take the dress from the bag. I slip out of my tank top and sweatpants,

one, Luca t

over me. He inhales deeply, then ex

itate.

to me."

weatpants. He takes them without anothe

that I call out

esn't

u going?" I ca

er his shoulder.

leaving m

e. "I am. And don't you

e from escaping?" I

is breath is warm against my ear as he mur

sso dei leone." (Be careful.

hout another w