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Getting a business involved.
I wondered if Tony might be my key out of here.
He didn’t seem particularly enthused about what was going down.
I wondered if he was a weak link.
I caught a final glance before the man ascended too far for me to see.
Luca’s eyes were narrowed, his expression serious. “This one is different,” he responded, his tone tinged with warning. “She’s playing both sides.”
Tony’s eyes widened in disbelief, a mixture of shock and concern crossing his face. What were they talking about?
The creaky stairs that led to the upstairs apartment seemed forever long. Each step felt heavy, and each one was closer to marking me for death.
But for what?
I wasn’t even investigating them!
The gorilla-sized man carried me with an iron grip, his strength overwhelming as he hurled me onto the cold, unforgiving floor just inside the living room. I hit the ground with a thud, the force of the impact reverberating through my body. Pain shot through me, but I refused to show it. I wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction. Instead, I scrambled to a sitting position, my eyes locked on Luca as he entered behind us.
I wasn’t going to let them break my spirit. I struggled to gather my thoughts and find a way out of this.
One thing became abundantly clear: Luca's involvement with the mob was surefire.
He approached me, his steps deliberate and purposeful. With a flick of his hand, he tossed my badge at me, the metal glinting as it tumbled. It landed next to my thigh with a mocking clatter.
“So, you’re a cop,” Luca's voice resonated with a blend of disbelief and rage. He towered over me, his presence suffocating as he waited for answers that I knew I didn’t have. “Who sent you? Who's pulling your strings?"
I met his piercing gaze.
If only he knew what kind of dumb luck this was.
My mind raced for a moment — for an escape plan, or something to say that would appease him.
Judging by the look on his face, he wasn’t going to buy the whole, “I wasn’t investigating you” bit. Even if itwasthe truth.
Despite my fear, I stayed composed.
And I said nothing.
But he wasn’t good with nothing, either.
He crouched beside me and grabbed my face roughly. His hands squeezed my cheeks tightly as he forced me to look at him. “Fucking tell me!” he hissed through gritted teeth.
"No one," I replied, my voice steady despite the new tremor in my heart. He looked evil.
A flicker of doubt crossed his eyes but it quickly evaporated, replaced by an even more hardened expression than before. His face was inches from mine, his breath heavy with a mixture of anger and suspicion. "You expect me to believe that? A cop poking around in my business, sleeping with me? All just acoincidence?" His voice dripped with cynicism.
I lifted my chin. I wasn’t going to let him scare me.
“I didn't know who you were when we met. It was a chance meeting, you dipshit. Besides, sleeping with you for my job would make me a whore.”
“If the shoe fits,” he laughed.
I sneered at him through slitted eyes. That bastard.
“And what about your father?”
