But is it a rival family or are Elena and Dom right in suspecting someone on my side of the law.
I close my notes and look around, all of a sudden unsettled as a variety of implications take shape.
I need to keep my thoughts on this to myself because it’s possible that I’m no longer just investigating Dom Vitale, I’m also investigating one of my own.
DOM
I tug on my navy cashmere sweater, checking myself in the mirror. I look like a respectable businessman heading to family Thanksgiving.
Not the criminal who took an FBI agent on her dining table two weeks ago.
Fourteen days since I touched Olivia Ricci. Since I tasted her. Since I made her cry out my name while forgetting all about bringing me down.
The silence from her office has been deafening. No warrants. No surveillance I can detect. No Olivia showing up at my businesses with that smirk that both infuriates and arouses me.
The only reason I can come up with is that she recused herself from my case.
The alternative is that she’s laying low while she builds something bigger against me. Both are highly disappointing.
I grab the bottle of expensive bourbon I'm bringing to Elena's.
Luca's back from Italy, and while we've had our differences, he's family.
And family means everything, especially on holidays.
My phone buzzes with a text from Elena: Don't be late or the kids will eat all the appetizers.
I smile. Those kids are the closest thing to children I'll probably ever have. The thought sends my mind straight back to Olivia and how careless we were.
How I didn't use protection, something I've never done before. I’m not against becoming a father, but I don’t want it to happen accidentally from a hookup.
Several women in my life have told me they were on the pill, but I still covered up. I think I’m good enough looking and have a decent personality, but I know for many women, it’s my money that makes me the most attractive.
What better way to get their claws in me than through a pregnancy.
Yet with Olivia, I barely thought twice. And now, two weeks later, all I can think about is wanting to do it again.
“Fuck.” I really need to let her go, but it's useless. She's infiltrated my thoughts more effectively than she ever infiltrated my businesses.
I wake up reaching for her.
I drive past her apartment building just to see if her lights are on. I dream of her.
Not just the sex, but her sharp mind, her unwavering moral code, the way she challenges me.
In my dreams, she's not FBI and I'm not La Corona. We're just a man and woman with no barriers between us.
I shake my head, clearing away the fantasy. That's all it can ever be. Even if she's recused herself, she's still on the other side of the law. Still determined to see me behind bars.
I pocket my keys and head for the door. Today is about family, the most important thing in the world.
Most of the men in La Corona hold the same standard. It’s part of the oath after all.
My father cared more about money and power. Marco’s father wasn’t any better.
But I have all the power and money I need.
Up until last year, I had Elena and her three kids under my protection and felt the weight of it keenly.
