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“What?” I stammer. “But why?”
“You can’t know where the boss lives,” he explains apologetically.
“I promise to keep my eyes closed,” I’m quick to suggest.
Enzo considers. “How about this? If you wear a hood and lie down on the floorboard, I’ll cover you up, and you won’t have to get in the trunk. But if I catch you trying to peek, you’re in the trunk. I’d rather have Darius pissed at me than Mercutio.”
“Deal,” I blurt out. I have no idea who Mercutio is, but I’ll happily ride in the floorboard given the trunk alternative.
He rummages through another bag, tossing me a black hood. Catching it, I unbuckle and crawl into the floorboard. Shifting on my side, I slip on the hood.
“Good?” he asks.
“Good,” I call. It’s not exactly comfortable in the floorboard, but again, this beats the alternative.
A large blanket settles over me, and I can feel the vehicle begin to move again. I’m hoping the trip isn’t much farther, because I’m already sweating like a sinner at confession. Not that I have anything to confess!
I try to calm my racing mind, but who the fuck could stay calm under these circumstances? If I make it out of this alive, I should forget the gym and take up meditation.
After what feels like a lifetime, the vehicle slows, and I can hear Enzo’s window being rolled down. “AC delivery,” he announces.
The car begins moving again until we come to a stop and Enzo cuts the engine, yanking the blanket off me. “We’re here. You can take off the hood now.”
I rip the hood off, squinting to adjust to the light. Crawling up in the seat, I see we’re parked in front of a modest mansion; granted, it’s still a mansion, just not what I envisioned for the boss of Jersey. The front door opens, and Sammy appears, playing with a knife that glints in the sunshine. Fuck, I jinxed myself.
Enzo hops out with the bag containing my bag—no idea what that’s about. Sammy grabs it and opens the gym bag, running a wand–looking thing over it before dumping the contents out on the front stoop. The men paw through my change of clothes—including my bra and panties—but they both refuse to go near the tampon. God, men can be so ridiculous.
Sammy grabs my phone and disappears inside, and Enzo returns and opens my door. I step out of the vehicle, pausing hesitantly when I spot a Doberman patrolling the grounds; the fierce dog looks like he might eat me alive if given the chance.
“Good luck,” Enzo tells me.
“Do I need luck?” I ask nervously, wiping my sweaty hands on my leggings.
“Yeah, you do,” he says emphatically. I make a mental note to start carrying my cat’s eye gemstone on me at all times.
“Katerina, let’s go,” Sammy calls, having returned.
I put one foot in front of the other, trying to play it cool. “Why am I here?” I ask.
He raises an eyebrow. “Did Enzo tell you?”
“No,” I admit.
“Then why the fuck do you think I would?” He twirls the knife back and forth in his left hand, and I gulp as he gestures with the weapon for me to step inside the house.
“Who is this?” A stunningly beautiful woman wearing scrubs stops us in the hallway.
“This doesn’t concern you,” Sammy tells her with annoyance.
“Hi, I’m Nicky. Romeo’s fiancée,” the woman says, extending her hand while ignoring Sammy.
“Hi, I’m Kat. Darius’ cousin.” I take her hand, and we shake.
She smiles brightly. “It’s so nice to meet you. I didn’t know you were visiting today. We should invite Lily. Let me grab my phone?—”
“For Chrissake,” Sammy interjects angrily. “This isn’t a social call; it’s business. Can’t somebody else get shot to keep you busy?”
Nicky narrows her eyes. “You volunteering?” Turning to me, she says, “Kat, it was nice to meet you.”
