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Elio throws up his hands. “Doesn’t know.”

Diego Rivera is our ally two towns over, and Elio had been visiting with him and collecting money, checking over our shipments. He’s a shrewd guy, and if he says we have a rat, we probably do.

But who could it be? Every one of Elio’s men have been with him for at least a decade.

Who could have flipped?

“Take me to a bar. A club. Somewhere with women.”

I blink. “Women?”

“Yeah, women. You remember them? Beautiful, fun in bed…”

I roll my eyes. “I haven’t forgotten women exist, Elio.”

“Haven’t you? Come out with me, Dante. Just once.”

I grit my teeth. “You know I hate crowds.”

“I know. We’ll find a dive with mob groupies. Please. I need to let off some steam.”

I groan loudly, taking the next exit, and Elio grins.

“No tequila,” I say flatly.

He chuckles. “No promises.”

I have a feeling tonight is going to be something.

11

SAMANTHA

Papa and Dante don’t come home, but I already know they’re out. Papa texted me after he left the airport.

I’m kind of pissed off, if I’m honest with myself. Seeing Dante laughing with Maria cracked something in me, and although I’m grateful that she’s married and he’s not interested, I know the kind of girls that go to these bars.

Mob groupies. Girls who want to bag a mobster, think it’s fun fucking a monster for a few nights.

God, what if Dante doesn’t come home?

It’s nearly two in the morning and I can’t sleep. I head downstairs in my pajamas, pacing around the room.

Lunch with Sofia and Reese was fun. Vaughn showed up and that was a little awkward, given that her father is likely trying to kill me, but I know she isn’t involved with that.

She tries to stay out of the life entirely. Which makes her dating Reese kind of dumb, since he aspires to be an enforcer one day, but that’s none of my business.

I didn’t talk about Dante. Part of me kind of wanted to keep it to myself, keep that memory close to my chest.

They know we’ve been sleeping together, of course, but they don’t know I’ve fallen for him. I don’t want to tell them because I can barely admit it to myself.

My phone starts to ring and I gasp, surprised. It’s so late. When I see Dante’s name on my phone I answer it right away.

“Dante?”

“Tesoro.”

His voice is rough and I’m terrified. “Are you alright? Where are you?”