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For some reason, the heat from my cheeks travels down my neck and chest, and I shift in my seat. Yep, feeling that heat elsewhere too. What the hell, Mia?
I take a deep breath and flash him my best smile. His eyes crinkle at the corners and one side of his mouth curls up in amusement before his attention moves to the doorway just as Dante walks back into the room.
“So, what’s the plan?” Max asks as soon as Dante sits down at the table. “I can be there and back in a day. Make it look like an accident? A suicide?”
Lorenzo scowls. “No. I’ll do it.”
“You sure that’s wise?” Dante asks him.
“You think I’m not capable of handling this?” Lorenzo barks.
I watch them with morbid fascination. They’re clearly talking about one of their enemies, but I’m shocked they’d discuss killing someone so openly in front of me. I guess I really am family, huh?
Dante huffs and rolls his eyes. “Don’t be fucking ridiculous, Loz. But you have been a little…” He winces.
“A little what, D?”
“Psycho?” Max offers.
“Not helpful,” Joey chides her husband.
“You haven’t been your usual levelheaded self is all,” Dante says. “And this needs to be clean. The guy’s a cop.”
“I fucking know that,” Lorenzo says with a snarl.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. “A c-cop?”
Everyone turns and looks at me.
“Who are you talking about?” I ask, even as my heart races. I think I know the answer.
“Your piece-of-shit husband,” Lorenzo replies, as though murdering a police officer is a normal breakfast conversation.
I push my chair back as bile surges up my throat. “W-what? No! You can’t… I never asked you to… You can’t!”
Kat puts a reassuring hand over mine and shoots her husband a warning look. “I told you she wouldn’t want that.”
“How else do you expect to stay safe from him, Mia?” Dante asks.
“I-I…” The words won’t come. “I don’t know. But I don’t want you to kill him.”
Lorenzo’s jaw ticks as he glares at me. “Shame you don’t get a vote.”
“Loz,” Dante warns.
“Are we killing this guy or not?” Max asks.
Lorenzo scowls. “Yes.”
“No,” I insist. My heart threatens to burst out of my chest. “That’s not why I came here. That’s not what—I shouldn’t have come.”
I turn to leave, but Kat grabs my hand. “No one will hurt Brad if you don’t want that, Mia. I promise you.”
I look at her husband, the head of the Cosa Nostra, and he nods his agreement. Satisfied, I return to my chair.
“Do you expect him not to follow you here, Mia?” Dante asks softly, his voice thick and smooth like velvet.
“I… I didn’t think. I thought maybe he might, but…”
