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“I need to see him,” Brianna suddenly said. Had I heard her right? A few hours ago she’d been dead set against ever seeing him again.
Forbidden love was hot!
I dissolved into giggles, picturing Bree in a flowing regency gown, leaning over a balcony.
“Are we going to sing to him outside his window? Romeo, Romeo…” I yelled out.
“Shhhh!” The security guards growled, shooing us on.
It was freezing, but all of the alcohol sloshing around in my body staved off the chill. Bree took my hand and started walking faster.
Where the hell was she taking me?
“Do you even know where he lives? Please tell me you do because you stalked him,” I chuckled. This was going to be such a great story. I mainly wrote travel articles as a freelance blogger, but perhaps I could venture into a romance column too.
“No, but he must be around here somewhere.”
Hmm.
She really had no idea where he was?
This is a bad idea.
We were heading towards Italian territory, and venturing onto their streets as two young Irish girls could get us in serious trouble.
“What are you going to do? Start yelling his name on the street. You do realize how big their territory is right? Someone will hear us.” I grabbed her arm, trying to put up some fight as she dragged me along, but she was a woman on a fucking mission.
A few cabs whizzed by us, and I considered calling out for one and just shoving her in it, but she was my best friend. I didn’t want to let her down.
“Bree, come on this is insane,” I tried again, staggering in my heels. I couldn’t believe I’d thought this was a good idea. She was going to get us killed.
“Just a little further, it will be okay. He wouldn’t let them hurt us.”
Suddenly, I could smell something. Melted tar and singed plastics.
“What is that smell?” I moaned as the smell burned my nostrils.
“I’ve got no idea,” she said, frowning, but as we rounded the corner, it became obvious.
One of the apartment buildings just ahead of us was engulfed in flames. Fire engines blocked most of the street as firefighters battled to bring the flames under control. I looked around at the faces of the people who’d been displaced from their homes, and I knew immediately what had happened.
These were Italians.
The burly men with gold chains and thick wool overcoats who paced around on cellphones were mafia. Loro Ombra.
We needed to get the fuck out of here.
The war was starting.
“Bree, we shouldn’t be here.” I snapped at Bree, trying to pull her away, but she caught eyes with someone.
Through the smoke I saw him. Enzo.
She stumbled back and grabbed at my arm. “Come on, Cait.”
* * *
Back at her apartment, Brianna paced around anxiously for a while. Eventually, I gave up trying to convince her to settle. We both knew what was coming and it spelled trouble for all of us. The last time Cullen had challenged the Italians, my parents had ended up dead and Bree had lost her mother and little sister.
