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“You know getting involved in a serious relationship means staying in one place for more than a few weeks at a time, right?”
“I’ve considered that, yes.”
“And?”
I sigh, shrugging. “And I guess that’s what I’ll do.”
“Convincing.” He runs a hand through his hair. “You know I’d be happy if you decided to stop wandering around the world, right? We’d all love it if you decided to stay.”
“But you don’t think I will.”
“I’ve known you a long time, Lanzo. You’ve never shown any interest in it before.” He tilts his head, touching his chin. “Maybe that’s why this time might stick.”
“It’ll stick,” I say as I think of Renata back in my apartment, her body lying stretched out on the bed. She’s still avoiding me, but that only makes me want her even more.
“Then what can I do to help?”
“Well, for starters, you can get me in touch with the FBI. Preferably someone working in the organized crime division.”
His eyebrows raise. “Seriously?”
“Burian’s killing Feds. I hoped Renata and I could lure him out, but it didn’t work. Now I think the only way I’m gonna get close is to work with the undercover agents still resisting him.”
Carmine grunts thoughtfully. “That could work. They know more than you do.”
“They’re losing this little fight. They’re clearly desperate.”
“Which is why they’ll work with you.” Carmine shakes his head. “You and the FBI make strange bedfellows.”
“Don’t be so surprised. This isn’t the first time I’ve worked with them.” I laugh at the look on his face. “I’ve told you before. I’m government-agnostic in my business.”
“Some might call that amoral, but okay.” Carmine gets to his feet. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“In the meantime, I’ll keep hunting.”
“Good luck. With Renata. I don’t really care if you catch Burian or not, so long as he doesn’t bother me.” Carmine waves as he walks off.
“And I’m the amoral one?” I call after him, which only makes him laugh.
Chapter33
Lanzo
“Iwant to check on Grandpop.”
Renata stands in the kitchen with her hands on her hips, looking defiant.
Beautiful and angry.
She already knows what I’m going to say—and she’s ready for a fight.
There must be something seriously broken in my twisted skull if I find her rage sexy.
“Sorry, that can’t happen.” I walk past her, heading for my laptop, plugged in next to the refrigerator.
“Sorry, but it has to.” She doesn’t move. I skirt to her left. She turns, glaring hard. “You heard Burian on the phone. He’s going to do something bad.”
“Your Grandpop’s fine. Burian’s bluffing.”
