“I have burners. Your personal phone could have been compromised on your honeymoon at any point without us being aware of it, and if that happened, you’d lead the Bratva to our door.”
“So give me a burner, then,” she says, holding out her hand, palm up. “I need to speak with my husband.”
Lucky sighs and pulls out a phone, offering it to her. “Go for it. But if he doesn’t like it, this was your idea, not mine.”
Luna seizes the phone with a triumphant air. “Oh, he’ll like it. Or else.”
Lucky shakes his head, grinning. Everyone knows that Luna has Priest wrapped around her pinkie.
“I know it’s silly, but I really need to say good night to him,” she adds, her sassy demeanor softening.
I adore how much they love each other. It also makes me acutely aware of what I’m lacking in my own life.
“Go on.” I make a shoo gesture. “Have your phone sex. I’m going to try to get some rest.”
“We’re not going to have phone sex,” Luna protests.
“Likely story,” Bianca says with a snicker.
“Sure you’re not,” Camilla adds.
Lucky grimaces. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”
I pop up from the couch. “Night, everyone.”
“Goodnight,” the twins say in unison.
“There’s only one more episode ofChoppedto watch,” Bianca tells her sister. “We may as well finish it up.”
Camilla lifts a half-empty bottle of wine in mock toast. “And the pinot grigio too.”
Cid looks cozy, curled up with them. Luna has already disappeared down the hall with her phone, on a mission to call Priest. I guess I’m truly on my own tonight, not even Cid to keep me company. I may as well get used to it.
“Good night,mia sorella,” Lucky tells me as he settles on the couch, turning to his half sisters. “Count me in. I love when the basket of ingredients is extra fucked up.”
I wander back to Alessio’s room, wondering whatmia sorellameans in Italian. If I had my phone, I’d have Googled it by now. But I don’t, so I guess I’ll have to live to wonder another day.
The bedroom has the faintest hint of Alessio’s cologne. I miss him. I want him. This is impossible. With a heavy heart, I head into the shower and try to ease my ever-mounting panic.
Chapter 24
SAINT
“I was thinking,” Priest says over his cup of coffee.
“I don’t know if that’s a good sign or a bad one,” I say, trying to keep the mood light.
We spent the night in a swanky hotel to throw the Bratva and the Feds off our scent. I would have preferred the safe house, but Priest felt it was too risky to go there and potentially compromise the whole location. So here we are, eating the kind of fancy fucking breakfast you need to consume three of just to feel full.
At least the cleanup went well last night.
Joey Bones is officially ashes, and we have a meeting with Sidorov later this morning. With any luck, we’ll have narrowly avoided a war.
“Very funny,” Priest deadpans. “I was thinking about Isla.”
I almost spit out the sip of coffee I just took. Somehow, I force it down. It’s hot as fuck and not nearly as good as the coffee I make for myself at my apartment, but it’s what’s available.
“What about Isla?” I ask with a casual nonchalance that couldn’t be further from the riot going on inside me right now.
