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"Not for what I have in mind."
"What’s that supposed to mean?"
His lips twist and he raises his glass in my direction. "What happened next?"
"I refused to help him."
"You did?"
I nod. "I was so pissed off, I told him to do his worst. So he... he warned me that if I didn't help him he'd kill my sister and father."
He glowers at me.
"Yeah," I blow out a breath, "it's the same threat that you made." I nod.
"Only, you know, I never meant it."
I narrow my gaze on him, “Didn’t you?"
"Your family is part of our clan. Your father has been our family doctor for many years. I wouldn’t have allowed them to be hurt."
I laugh, "And we both know, when it comes to Mafia business, everything is expendable."
"But not you."
I shake my head, "I don’t believe you."
"Suffice to say that no pussy has milked my dick the way you have, so purely, on that ground, I wouldn’t have hurt you or anyone close enough to cause you grief if they were hurt."
"You sure know how to romance a girl, don’t you?" I say wryly.
"So, you agreed to help him?"
"I did," I concur.
"Who is he?"
"I don’t know; he always wore a mask. The first time we met he made sure his face was in darkness. After that we’d always meet in a cafe and sit at different tables. I heard his voice, but never managed to get a good look at him. That day in the forest was the first time I saw him face-to-face, and even then, he had a mask on, so I couldn’t really make out his features. His eyes, though," I shake my head, "they seemed familiar."
"Did they?" He frowns.
"You saw him too, didn’t you, when you fired at him?"
"It was already snowing, and I was too focused on saving you to pay enough attention. Although... Come to think of it, his height and the way he moved did seem familiar ... maybe." He shakes his head. "So, you agreed to spy on us?"
I nod.
"And when your father fell ill, your coming to take his place, was that also part of the plan?"
"No," I protest, "that was a coincidence. My father really did fall sick and ask me to come and take his place."
"Hmm," he strokes his chin, "how did you get the information to this man?"
"He’d call me from a phone every other day and question me about what I saw, who I met, where each of you went…" I raise a shoulder. "It just always seemed like pointless questions."
"But I took your phone from you when I—"
"Held me under house arrest?" I swallow. "He didn't call during that time. But when I moved to Nonna's and she gave me a phone, he called me again. How he obtained the number, I can only imagine. This time, I told him I had nothing more to share, and he wasn't happy. Then, when he met me near the lodge, I told him I didn't want to help him anymore. That's when he threatened to hurt you, and I panicked. I couldn’t bear it if he did anything to hurt you; you have to believe me, Christian."
