Seduced by the Mafia Devil

ike a trapped bird. She was used to high-stakes conversations, to digging for the truth even whe

lethal about it. A slow, deliberate kind of danger, like a predator

fused

swered evenly, meeting his gaze. "Men who rule with

en them seeme

no humor in it. "And yet you walked straigh

nswers. And I think you want me to find them-otherw

orner of his lips, like she had just

his elbows on the table. "Tell me, giorna

lse sk

nt. The line she

this club and pretend she never started

at had disappeared without a trace. She thought of Lorenzo Ricci, the corrupt detective who had first

ouldn't w

ek. The one coming in through the Brooklyn docks. I know it's n

le

olute, it made the hairs o

react. He simply stared at h

uid motion, he

ening, a man appeared beside her-tall,

stomach

othly, his voice almost lazy as he leaned

her shifted, a

mouth w

Had she pus

. Control the

in rumors. I deal in facts. If you wanted to silence m

me, a sliver of something dangerous flickere

ly brave," he murmured,

th," she admitted, he

tretch of

, Damien lifted a hand, dis

d as quickly

ake a slow breath, keepi

for a long moment b

ng a dangerou

r now, softer-but

you're the one holdi

depends. What do you want

e implication. "I

't say

eath h

ust long enough for the temperature between them

like. Knew what it felt like when someone l

w, he was lo

he

she refused to let him se

her voice firm. "I want to know why Ri

haled a s

know what you've w

unease curl

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st her skin, sending an involuntary shiver down her s

ill crept down

hose words-soft, deliberate, laced with an e

voice steady despite the unease twi

just entertained him. "No, bella," he murmure

berate, before he leaned back into the booth, studying her

ci has fed you just enough breadcrumbs to lead you straight into the fire

swall

ht she ha

reads that all seemed to tie back to Damien Vitale. But now, sitting across from him, f

prepared fo

erous-one who was impossibly controlle

just powerful,

was, thinking she

houlders. "You haven't

s lips. "And what alle

lly. "That you're orchestrating something much bigger than

. "Ah... so you think Ricci

hesi

d

as a man desperate to take down the mafia. A

no

expression made her se

who the real villain is

kened. "You don't

kicked.

tched between them,

ien reached into

t instead of a weapon, he pulled out a sleek, bl

ows fu

t's

les

e screen was already open to a file-a

th

h twisted

age was of L

ble detective. No. In this grainy, timestamped footage, he stood in the sh

to a rival

xt image. Another exc

the fin

ood turne

e message was clear-Ricci wasn't just taking brib

n the phon

, watching her reaction. "You

t his gaze, her breath sh

w how far you're willi

ed with something heavy-som

"And what if the trut

irk was slo

d out how much you're w