It cuts too close to failure. I had a deal in the bag, and she reneged on me. Shedeniedme.
I really thought we had an understanding. Thought that after our fun in the pool shower, she’d finally come around.
I guess the orgasm I gave her wasn’t enough.
I shove my fingers through my hair, groaning.
Fuck it. I’ll deal with her later.
As I reach for the driver’s door, I hit the vehicle with a heavythunk. A solid body presses against my back and wraps an arm around my neck.
What the hell is going on now?
I can’t see my assailant, but they’re tall and strong and scrabbling to cut off my air.
I relax in their grip, a tactic they teach women in self-defense classes that works just as well on men. Going boneless, I hit the pavement below us as his arms hug air.
As I roll away, I spy a man dressed all in black, a similar mask to mine covering his face.
I spring up, punching him with one fist while I rip off the balaclava with my other hand. Let’s get a look at who this bastard is before I?—
Danny Costa. Cat’s driver.
Well, fuck.
Shedidset me up.
They haven’t invented a name for the emotion I’m experiencing, but it’s a close cousin to rage.
I don’t know who I’m angrier with, Cat for deceiving me, or myself for believing in our agreement.
As I knock Danny out, I decide the answer doesn’t matter.
She’s messed with the wrong man.
Chapter 14
Caterina
With the reopening and gala around the corner, I need to set up the pieces for the museum redesign, but all I can think about is Connor.
Danny too.
I told him to attack if Connor was set to escape Verone’s place before the police arrived.
I haven’t heard yet from my father or brother. Not Connor or Danny either.
The Danny part worries me more than anything. He’s a skilled enforcer, but he’s not cunning like a certain Gallagher.
There’s no one quite like Connor, and that fact both frightens and exhilarates me.
As a result, I’m checking my phone like a teenage girl with her first crush. I’m no good to the Cosmopolitan in this state, so I grab my coat and bag, lock up my office, and go for a stroll in Clayfield Park to clear my head. I wish I had an appetite, as I could sure go for a sandwich from my favorite deli right now.
Maybe the walk will change that.
Heading west, I weave through the throngs of pedestrians on the sidewalk.
Within moments, I feel eyes on the back of my head.
