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Saint kisses me. Hard. Desperate.

"I fucking love your brain."

Not I love you. But close.

Closer than before.

"Come to bed," he says. "We have a long day tomorrow."

"In a minute. I want to think through the approach. How we present this to Igor."

"Gemma—"

"Five minutes. I promise."

He studies me. Then nods. "Five minutes. Then I'm carrying you to bed."

He leaves.

I sit back down in his chair.

Pull out a piece of paper. Start writing.

Strategy. Approach. Contingencies.

Everything Bianca taught me. Everything I learned watching her manipulate men twice her size into doing exactly what she wanted.

I'm not my mother.

But maybe I'm her daughter after all.

And maybe that's not such a bad thing.

CHAPTER 26

Saint

The meeting place is neutral ground. A restaurant in Queens that's been family-owned for three generations.

No Italians, no Russians.

The owner, Stavros, owes favors to everyone, and they also owe him, which means he owes loyalty to no one.

It's a perfect set up, and it's a place where we all do business when we need to make deals on neutral ground.

It's also a place that wouldn't be on Artem's radar. Because Gemma is right, he is an outsider, and that works to our advantage.

I arrive early with Gemma and Marcello. Emmanuel and three other men wait outside. Armed and ready to move on my order.

Though I doubt that I am going to have to do too much.

Igor will have his own security, but we aren't here as enemies.

And while that's all well and good, I still make sure that we are the first ones here, that we control the space. Gemma insisted on coming, and I know I'm not going to be able to keep her home. This was her play, after all. But I need to be in control of as many things as possible.

"You remember the plan?" I ask Gemma for the third time. I'm on edge. I don't normally work out in the open like this, and it's making me anxious.

Gemma appears cool and collected. She's wearing a beige pants suit with her hair pulled back in a braid. Her silver eyes are serious. She looks lovely and demure. Like a high society socialite.