Page 62 of Entangled

More, and now, and only you, only you, only you.

How could he refuse?

How could he refuse her?

“Seems we have some work to do,” Stephan said.

Gian nodded in agreement with the Capo. “Lots of digging and prying into whoever might be feeding the police information.”

“There’s a lot of men in this organization,” Dom pointed out.

“I’m aware.”

“It won’t be too difficult,” Chris added.

All eyes moved to the quiet enforcer in the corner, who had mostly been playing on his phone and sipping from a glass of water. While the rest of them drank whiskey or a beer, Chris drank water.

“And why do you think that is?” Gian asked his man.

Chris looked up at his boss, shrugging. “Once word begins to travel that the boss is looking for a rat, you’ll find that the men who don’t want any fucking part of that shit will be the first to point you in the direction you need to be looking. They all pay attention, they simply choose not to speak up unless they need to. Make it so that they need to, boss. That’s all.”

Dom’s gaze swung back to Gian. “How do we even know for sure that the rat is in our family?”

“Gabriel is pretty convinced on that fact,” Gian replied.

“And he is a voice of reason here?”

“No, but since we all know how he treats someone he likes, imagine how he treats those he doesn’t like. If he says he doesn’t think there’s a rat in his family, it’s because he’s already made his rounds. It’s our turn to do rounds on our end, now.”

Gian let the men have their opinions, but he was firm on what he wanted. Soon after, the three men cleared out of his office at the mansion, leaving him alone once again. He had only called the meeting, because he had spent the week keeping a low profile, and trying to spend as much time with Cara as he could. When he knew he had no choice but to head home, he decided to call the meeting.

“You look stressed, Gian.”

His attention flew to the new presence in his office. Elena leaned in the doorway, a silk robe cinched tightly at her waist and her arms crossed under her chest. Immediately, he was on edge at Elena’s sudden entrance and it had a whole lot to do with the bare legs and black heels she wore. Why did she need a robe and heels like those on at the same time?

It was a dichotomy.

Unless she was looking for something.

He wasn’t about to provide it.

“Do you need something?” Gian asked.

“I saw the guys leave. I thought I should check on you.”

Right.

“I’m fine, about to head to bed.” With that, he stood from his desk, closing his laptop down and putting away his papers. All the while, Elena never moved from her spot in the doorway, forcing Gian to come incredibly close to his wife as he passed her by. Her hand coming up to press against his chest over his dress shirt stopped him for a moment. “What, Elena?”

“I don’t interest you at all, do I?”

His gaze lingered over the delicate column of her throat, to the peeks of her breasts at the top of the robe, and then down over her trim waist and the expanse of her legs. “You did once, but it was a game you used to hurt me with. Nothing about that interests me at all, Elena.”

“Why her, then?”

Gian stiffened. “I beg your pardon?”

“What about Cara Rossi is so special? She’s pretty, sure. Red hair, tall, slim. But she isn’t … spectacular, is she? Or did I miss something?”