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g punching bag. Creasing my brows, I turned to him and he added, “We’ve had three attack

hat about our

dier unharmed, they

the repetitive collision—the continuous torture I had been putting myself through. I needed to get my mind str

? That only meant she was someone ver

know her was not because I was suddenly feeling shit about her. No. However,

clean up. It’s Friday. L

it Frida

s creased as Pietro moved into the kitchen

ter and he asked, “The mysterious wo

est tracker we had in Toronto and the whole of ‘Ndrangheta. He knew how t

used Bella’s accident. I had asked him to stay out of it. Only

id, pulling my attent

at do you mean

fty. And I’m sure she isn’t the one you’re so worked up over.” He took a bottle of cold water from

with a chick he’s banged?” I shook my

an entire empire with over two hundred men an

dick,” I

running into her tomorrow.” Seeing me arc

go out of my mind if I have to see Adonis and Be

ther. You can keep yourself busy by looki

? I want to know wh

wristwatch. “I’ve already ordered takeo

there because she was doing what she loved the most. She would graduate with a degree in marketing soon and t

’s voice echoed at the back of my mind, complaining about how

hould feed our sister fresh home-cook

s cooks and her safety bef

*

za and stuffed them in the refrigerator. I enjoyed her

o waves till her shoulders. She had gotten slimmer, which was a huge

flower-print yellow froc

ook?” Pietro asked, drawling a

ince I m

seen yourself? You are all bone

yes at the name. No one called me that anymore, except for h

tro, who still did not look too comfortable.

who ran around the house yelling at us. This one’s

e, I know,” I

she did not react and moved from cupboard to cup

not know how to cook a month bac

her quirky teenage phase to the ‘pretending to be’ mature stage, and now she

Sabina?” Lys asked and gl

uld not catch. He... seemed different, and thi

asked with a

nd a half years ago, wanting—desperate—to work for us. Who she was and where she had come from were questions I had

danger to me. To my

always been careful of his words, but right now, he struggled

sounded rejoiced. “W

igni

fuck are you both talking a

my gaze and said, “

on the back of her hands. She mused, “For the first time

“Oh, no, no, no.

mile disappearing within s

ed, disgust ringing thro

hing wrong with

that woman.” I turned to Piet

about it. It’s nothing.

ioned her name is something I should worry about.

enraged by the whole situation. “Our brother doesn’t do casual sex, Benny,” she said. “You kno

er of them answered. I went on, “She

d Pietro added, “And she has shown no signs of danger. You know I don

My voice piqued. “I’m your Capo, and it's your duty to te

I understood where he had gone. He was keeping secrets fro

h that woman, end it.” He was about to speak, but my glare silenced him. “No questio

be emotionl

ot emotionless. I had never been, but being

t? Benito is right. Sabina is just a phase that’ll pass.” Gulping,

Pietro and me. Pressing her lips into a fine line, she tossed the hand towel on

glance. I knew my words hurt him, but he would be okay. If he started c

opped on the screen, and my frown grew deepe

evealing the lives of Mafiosos like us. I enjoyed the drama the blog put forth and the hassle that came after tha

erent, and it was. A new wedding

done with it. I was about to press the close button when my eyes landed on a pictur

a week of searching, I had finally found her, but one glimpse at the

of her was taken while she was with her brother, half his face visible in the picture. She looked so

orns being the entirety of the New York Cosa Nostra. She

I had been searching for. I hoped he would not flip like a UNO rever

her, and now