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“You’re so fucking difficult,” I said as I climbed off the bed and went to get dressed.
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Gia
“Do you even trust this guy?”I asked as he drove Bullseye’s SUV away from the house.
“I’ve known him since I was a kid, yeah,” he said as his eyes darted on the road in front of him.
“Didn’t you also know Bullseye since you were a kid?” I crossed my arms and looked at the scenery moving past the window.
“Bullseye was more Silvio's friend than mine.”
The car slowed before making a left-hand turn into the parking lot of a huge garage. The building towered over us and spread across the length of the property. Cars of various types dotted the asphalt, some with license plates and others without. I craned my head to look at the bright blue-and-yellow building. Enzo pulled up to a heavy-duty garage door over one of the bays and drove over a cable on the ground. After a moment of silence, the door opened with a mechanical whirr, and a man in a grease-covered t-shirt and jeans motioned us inside.
Enzo drove into the stagnant air of the garage. It smelled like grease, oil, and gasoline. He climbed out of the car.
“Jameson.” Enzo nodded toward the man.
“What we got here?” Jameson asked, his voice so deep and alluring it caught my attention.
I stepped out of the car, putting my feet onto the dark stains on the cracked concrete. When I turned to look back at Jameson, his eyebrows lifted.
“More importantly, who is this?” he asked with a butter-smooth voice that made Enzo tense.
“Don’t bother. She’s a Silvani.” Enzo’s voice was intentionally harsh.
“No shit. Daughter of Sylvester?” Jameson stepped toward me and reached for my hand, bringing it to his lips. “What apleasure.”
His words and seductive tone made heat rise into my chest and cheeks. He brushed a greasy hand through his light blond hair. Enzo’s posture stiffened and he dropped a hand instinctively to his revolver. Jameson was oblivious to Enzo’s actions. His green eyes locked on me, and a handsome smile crept across his face.
“Jameson,” Enzo snapped, making the man turn toward him again. “Ya know what I need, right?”
“Not particularly. I keep phone calls brief for a reason.”
“I need a full wipe and tear down. I want every piece fucking stripped and sold. Spread the parts as far as you can.”
“Whose car is it, Enzo?”
“You know better than to ask me that.” Enzo shook his head. “The less you know, the better.”
“You act like I ain’t gonna run the plates. I’m giving you the chance to explain.”
“Bianchi,” Enzo said in a harsh whisper.
“Bullseye?TheBullseye?” Jameson’s eyes widened. “How? Why?”
“He was going to kill Gia.” Enzo gestured toward me.
Jameson shot a glance at me, his eyes moving over my curves. He nodded as if he understood why a man would kill for me. I couldn’t understand, though, because I didn’t deserve to live more than Bullseye. He was the one who’d been faithful to Enzo, not me.
“Well, you got yourself in quite the situation, my friend,” Jameson said with a rise in his tone that made me tense.
“I know, Jameson, just help me get outta it, will ya?”
“After what you did for my family, you know I will, but you know the saying about playing stupid games and what you win, right?”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. What was I supposed to do? Let him kill her?”
