She was wrong. The gala wasn’t simply a pussy for money gathering. For good measure, Bobby Lee was working an arms deal. Kelly’s dick must’ve been rock-hard. Feds and local police alike knew Luca Savelli was the head of a Sicilian crime family known for dealing in weapons. So far, he’d been completely untouchable. Now, there he was, less than twenty feet from them at a gala for a bogus religious organization that was currently under investigation for buying and selling illegal weapons.
“We’re gonna be wrapping this investigation up a lot sooner than expected.”
Donna sighed. “That’s good to know.”
“And what’s even better,” Kelly added, “is that the Savelli family isn’t the only circus in town. There are others.”
“To be honest, Kelly, I’m shocked to see Luca Savelli here in the first place. The Savellis are huge. They sell to countries, not cults.”
Kelly shrugged. “He must be here for a reason, and it's my job to find out.”
“Well, can you hurry it up before I’m carrying the baby of the Chosen?”
As Kelly walked away laughing, Donna turned to see the outcome of Vera’s unexpected outburst. She didn’t find Vera, but what she did find made her stumble. Just as she was sure that Luca Savelli was the finest thing in the room, Lincoln Creed stepped into her view.
“Funny meeting you here,” he rumbled in the sexiest baritone ever.
She was enthralled by lustrous dark hair, hypnotic green eyes, and the masculinity of his perfectly chiseled jawline. Not to mention his tall, muscular body in a tux that had to be custom made.
Whew! Lord have mercy!
Donna had gotten so caught up in his presence, she’d forgotten she was supposed to be working. She looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to them, then she turned back to him with a frown.
“Lincoln, what are you doing here? You can’t be here!”
He smirked with a raised brow. “I can’t?”
Donna growled out of frustration. Everything about him was a distraction. She needed to be working her way around the room so that she could conveniently overhear stuff she wasn’t supposed to hear.
“This is not a game, Lincoln. This is my job,” she gritted angrily. “And, Iaskedyou, what are you doing here?”
Lincoln’s smile fell as he moved closer. “I’m here for you, Donatella. Lucas gave me his invitation.”
“I’m not Donatella here!” she snapped in a hushed tone.
“I know that…Kateri.”
Donna’s brows furrowed as she tried to figure out how he knew her covert identity. His resourcefulness wasn’t enough of an enigma for her to forget that he was on the verge of blowing her cover.
“Lincoln, you-cannot-be-here.”
“And yet, I am,” he quipped, sipping from a glass filled with brown liquid.
Donna's eyes flashed to the glass. She had a fleeting moment of jealousy before snapping back to her senses. She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off by snaking his arm around her waist and yanking her body to his. He leaned down and pressed his soft lips to her ear.
“I’m not a fucking idiot, Donatella,” Lincoln whispered. “By the way, I hear you’re getting married tonight.”
“Linc—” Donna grunted while trying to pull out of his arms. But Lincoln held on tighter.
“You’ll find that you’ll need me. And once you do…Kateri,it’s gonna cost you dearly.”
Lincoln released her and took a step back. With a lopsided grin, he looked her up and down. “Magnificent,” he remarked with a wicked gaze in his eyes before walking away, leaving her to stare at his broad back.
