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“Not now,” I yelled at the door.
“Nothing happened last night.” As if my words could change that she was here, in my bed. “Nothing.”
The knock sounded again.
“I said, not now.”
The door opened. “Yes, now.” Anna froze, her gaze snapping from me to a naked Francesca lounging in my bed. Her lips pulled into a sneer. “You’re an asshole.” She shook her head. “Why am I not surprised? I guess I should be happy it’s not Giada.”
“Anna—”
“You’d called for a meeting with the capos this morning,” she interrupted. “They’re waiting on you.” She slammed the door.
I turned to Francesca. “Get out.”
“No.” She rose onto her knees and crawled to the edge of the bed. “Marco, talk to me.” She reached for the waistband of my trousers.
I gripped her wrist.
Her eyes widened. “You’re hurting me.”
“Never touch me again.” I flung her hand away, stalked into my closet, and ripped a pressed shirt from a hanger.
Francesca slid from the bed and snatched her dress from the lounge in the corner of the room. “You are an asshole.”
“Stay away from me, Francesca.” My hands balled into fists. “This is your only warning.”
My fingers trembled as I tried to button my shirt.
“What did I do?”
It wasn’t what she had done. It was what I’d done. I’d broken my vow.
Chapter Seven
Allegra
I stared at the text message from Knox. He needed to see me, and he wouldn’t have asked unless there was trouble.
Ally: Not here. It’s too risky.
Knox: Where?
I chewed my thumbnail as I considered our options. Somewhere we’d fit in and not stand out.
Ally: One hour. Washington Street skate park.
There was an ice cream parlor, tattoo shops, and lots of people. I just had to figure out a way to lose Tim.
Knox: I’ll be there.
Grabbing my phone, I called for a rideshare with special instructions to pick me up at the bottom of the hill. This wasn’t the first time I’d slipped out undetected.
However, there was no way I would get past the gatehouse. Since Roberto Bruno had been assassinated, there were twice as many soldiers prowling the property.
I shoved my phone into my back pocket, along with my ID and my debit card. I couldn’t risk taking my purse without raising suspicion. Wearing my running shoes, cotton joggers and a hoodie, I bounded down the stairs.
Just as I was about to make my escape, Tim stepped into the hall.
