Then he’s gone.
What should I do now?
The elevator pings; I jump.
Noemi saunters in like she owns the place—dressed in all-black tactical gear, dark hair pulled into a sleek ponytail, lips painted bright red. She looks badass.
“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be out doing… mafia stuff?” I ask.
She snorts, flopping dramatically onto the couch. “Not tonight. The boys are having their fun—I offered to babysit.”
“Babysit?”
She nods at me. “Enzo always has someone guarding you when he goes out. Usually, it’s Rafael waiting downstairs. But I figured I could keep you safer being in the same room.”
“You just want an excuse to get drunk,” I tease, sitting opposite her.
Her face falls. “I wish. I’m on duty.”
“Damn. That sucks for you.” I smirk. “I’m going to drink wine.”
She growls—like a kitten. “You’re only saying that to make me jealous. I know you don’t drink alone.”
She’s not wrong. I don’t see the point.
She leans forward. “Do you know any lesbians?”
I blink. “What?”
“Do you?”
“You mean, do I know any people to set you up with?”
She sighs low, clearly exasperated. “Yes. Anyone you could set me up with.”
“I barely know anyone in this country, let alone lesbians.”
She mutters to herself, “I think I need to take dating more seriously.”
“Why?”
“I’m not getting any younger. It’s time to get serious. Did youknow I’ve never been in a relationship?”
I glare. “You’re—what? Twenty-eight?”
She gasps. “I’m twenty-four!” She starts poking her face. “Do I have wrinkles?”
“Oh my god. My point is: you are not old yet. Talk to me when you’re my age and still haven’t found anyone.”
“Girl. One, you're married." Before I can correct her, she continues, waving her hand at me. "And yes, I know he's a dick—blah blah blah. But babe, hate to tell you this, youhavefound someone. You just won’t do anything about it.”
I groan. “I need that wine.”
Enzo
“You ready for this?” Dante asks as I flip the safety off my 9mm Glock.
I palm the knife in my pocket.
