“In the car.”
“Deal,” I said.
“It seems like Livia’s husband is not particular about who he deals with. Money is money to him. He’s trying to make a name for himself, though, so this issue with you is right up his alley. You know how much Fausti blood costs on the street? How much credit he’ll get for it? But everyone has to wear masks. Saverio and the men will go in and see what’s going on. If it’s really him.”
“What if it’s a trap?” I said, and my heart started to do this weird thing in my chest, like it wanted to burst out of it.
This was about me. I should be there. I could feel when he was in trouble.
Also…women. So many beautiful women. Women who would welcome his touch and not turn their backs after…
“Mia?”
It took me a second to realize Evelina had said my name. “Yes?”
“This could be dangerous.”
“I know. That’s why I need to go.”
“All right. We can’t fight with our nails wet, but right after…we’re out of here.”
Chapter11
Mia
Asecond away from the window being completely opened, papà’s voice echoed inside of the house.
Evelina's arm stilled and we stared at each other for a beat, then we both put a finger to our lips in the universal gesture ofshhh.
She hurriedly slid the window down without a sound, and then we both hopped in bed and covered up our dresses.
She'd picked a cobalt blue silk gown that barely had a back. I went with a lavender number that was so pale, it was almost silver. It was made of silk, had a sculpted corset and a slit that went straight up to my thigh. It hugged every curve like skin.
A knock came at the door.
“Hello?”
“Mia.”
“Papà?”
He opened the door. He looked around. Ice cream cartons. Nail polish. Makeup and hair products scattered.
“Mamma wanted me to check on you,” he said.
“All good.” I lifted a hand.
He nodded once. “Ti amo, Mia.”
“I love you, too, papà.”
He came over and kissed me on the head. He lifted his hand to Evelina, and she shimmied a little under the covers, doing a little dance. The door shut after him with a softclick.
We listened to him speak to Guido for a minute.
“What?” Evelina whispered, and when I turned, I found her studying my face.
I shrugged. “I’m twenty-three years old and I have to sneak out. Sneak out of my own house because someone wants to kill me. My life is pathetic.”
