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“First, I’ll take you back to my apartment. It’s not too far from here.”
“You have an apartment in Dallas? Why didn’t we go there?”
He gives me a look. “Would you have stuck around if I tried to take you home?”
“Good point.” I definitely would have run screaming into the night if he tried to take me anywhere near his lair.
“After we get settled, I’ll take you home to gather up some of your things, then we’ll go meet with some very nice people.”
“Some nice people?” I stare at him, shaking my head. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Good friends of mine. A mafia don, a lawyer. A generic rich guy. You’ll like them.”
“Mafia don. Right. You’re friends with a mob boss.”
“Carmine’s a delight.”
“Sure, why not?” I put my face in my hands.
I hate this, hate it so much, but I have that feeling again. The same feeling from the night before when I knew I was going to make a massive mistake. That same driving, pulsing need to move forward with this stupid plan, even if I know it’ll hurt me in the end.
I tell him, “Fine. You have a deal.”
“You won’t regret this.” He pauses. “Maybe a little. But it’ll be fun. And hey, when Burian’s just a stain on the ground, you’ll be rich.” He stands, offering me his hand. “Come on, let’s get moving. The sooner we get started, the fewer people Burian will have the chance to kill.”
I am very sure that I’m going to regret this, but I take his head and let him help me up.
“I’m pretty sure I regret this already,” I say, glancing away as a thrill runs down my spine. All he has to do is get close to me and I’m shivering with desire. “Now when do we leave?”
“Actually, you need to do one thing before we go.” He shoves my phone into my hands. I gape at him, not sure when he even got that. “Call your boss and tell him you’re okay.”
Chapter8
Renata
Ishove him back out of sheer surprise.
He grunts but doesn’t laugh. I keep expecting him to say this is some kind of joke, but no, he’s only watching me carefully like he’s afraid I might finally grow some common sense and make a run for it.
Instead, I jab the phone at him sharply.
“I amnotcalling that guy. You have to be kidding me! He set me up last night.”
“You don’t know that,” Lanzo says, and before I can firmly interject, he adds, “at least you’re not supposed to.”
I seethe for a moment. I have to take a few big breaths to calm myself enough to give him a rational reply. “Take this phone and shove it up your ass,” I say, flinging it at the couch.
It hits the cushions, bounces, and falls to the floor.
Lanzo walks over and retrieves it, though he doesn’t insert it rectally. Which, actually, I don’t want to see, so maybe that’s for the best.
“As far as we know, Burian thinks you’ve been out all night burying that body. He’s not aware that I got involved, but he definitely knows the cops didn’t catch you. Meaning he expects you to call. You’re still in play.”
I shake my head rapidly. “Not going to happen.”
“All you have to do is reach out.” He carries my phone over to his laptop and plugs a cord into the bottom. “I’ll do the rest.”
“What are you going to do, trace the call or something?”
