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“Totally,” I say absently then frown at her. “Wait, after what happened?”
“All the guys are talking about it,” she says, eyebrows knitting together. “You know, the whole Don Pavone thing? The boys can’t shut up about your husband.”
“Sorry, what now? What did Evander do?”
“You don’t know.” She leans closer. “Apparently, your big, bad husband killed the Don of the Pavone Famiglia at some secret meeting.” She slashes a hand across her throat. “Did it with a knife. Really gory and awful stuff.”
“He did?” I blink rapidly at her. I knew Evander was dealing with something and seemed a little bit more relaxed, but he hadn’t told me about this.
“Totally. Some brutal stuff, apparently. Really won the respect of the soldiers.”
“Huh.” I glance over my shoulder. “Which means what, exactly?”
“They’re all saying the war’s basically done now. I mean, the Famiglia isn’t finished, but nobody’s been fighting for the last day or two because the Italians are panicking and killing each other. Evander didn’t tell you any of this?”
“No,” I say quietly. “We’ve been dealing with some other stuff.”
“Fucking like rabbits, I bet.”
“Phel!”
“Just saying, a healthy sex life is key to a loving, lasting relationship.”
“Your sage-like insights are amazing as always.” I finish my coffee and push back from the counter. “I should head back and have a chat with my husband.”
“Don’t be too hard on him. Or do, make-up sex is the best.”
“Bye, Phel.”
“Stop by again soon!” She waves as I walk off.
I poke my head into the kitchen to say bye to Demetrios before taking the back way into the alley. Once I’m outside, I stare at the ground, trying to work out what I just learned.
Evander didn’t tell me about killing Don Pavone, but I don’t want to jump to any conclusions. I can see how that might’ve slipped his mind, what with his cousin nearly smothering me with a pillow. He came home that night looking like something big happened, looking more relaxed than he had in a while, and we spent all evening having sex. And in the morning, Sophia tried to kill me, then that whole trial-banishment-whatever thing happened, then more sex in the steam room, and more sex all night—
I can understand how he never got around to telling me.
But what does this mean?
Is the war totally over?
Am I safe?
My head’s in a million places, and I don’t notice the person watching me until he speaks up.
“Camille. Hey. Don’t freak out.”
I look up sharply and take a step back.
Christopher’s standing near the end of the alley. His hands are in the air, showing me his palms, and he’s slowly coming toward me.
I want to scream.
Fear lances into my chest. Fear so dark, so intense, that I can’t move.
With Sophia, I could fight back. I tried to fight back anyway.
But with Christopher, my entire body locks down like it used to.
