Scala shook his head as he backed out of the parking space, “No.”
“So, where are we going?”
He turned to her with a ghost of a smile. “I told you, dinner.” He put his blinker on at the light. “We’ll just change, then head out.”
Autumn rolled her eyes. “And where exactly are we going, Nico?”
He glanced at her, a satisfied smile on his lips. He must feel so sure about himself, yet Autumn realized something different about him.
He seemed lighter.
Autumn assumed it was being out of New York City that lifted a weight from his chest.
Nico lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “You’re just going to have to wait and see, aren’t you, Miss Taylor?”
Chapter 14
Lunadidn’tlivetoofar outside of Boston. Uniondale was outside the city, yet close enough if you wanted to go out on the town and raise hell with the Irish mafia within Boston proper.
Nico looked at Autumn, who wore a sapphire A-line dress, and it suited her perfectly. It brought out the blue of her eyes, the natural red highlights in her hair. He didn’t know why it took him so long to realize this woman's beauty. Autumn wasn’t just an itch he needed to scratch. She could irritate him with her questions and made his cock go from zero to sixty in a nanosecond.
“Did you find anything out from the shooting?”
At her question, Nico looked back at the road. “There are more questions than answers.”
Autumn’s eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?
With a sigh, Nico explained the situation. “There was a hit put on you. I just don’t know who sent it.”
“It wasn’t Casale?” Her tone was neutral as if she were trying to control the fear Nico knew she attempted to hide.
Nico’s lips thinned. “No.”
“If not him, then who? I know it’s not The Forget Me Not Killer. Guns aren’t his thing.”
“But explosions are?” He raised an eyebrow, changing lanes.
“I know him, Nico. It wouldn’t be a gun. He wants to play with me like a cat plays with a mouse.”
Warmth coursed through him as Autumn appeared to speak his given name without thought. It wasn’t said in spite or a sarcastic tone.
It was just his name.
He was acting like astupido.
He cleared his throat. “And you know this how?”
“He was a family friend.” Autumn crossed her arms as if warding off a chill.
He should tell her he knows exactly who the Forget Me Not Killer is. The question was, how?
Fuck it. He may as well just lay it out there.
“Detective Hererra emailed me a picture of him. And a name.”
“So, you know who he is.”
Nico nodded even as an affirmative sound left his throat. “And now I understand how your sister decided on using him for her little venture.”
