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“Yes.”
“You sure?”
“Hundred percent!”
I could feel his inquisitory stare on me but moved on to her desk. I couldn’t make out much in the moonlight, but it seemed orderly—apart from the stacks of books.
A lot of books.
But it had an air of abandonment—the way a room felt when you came back from a mission or a long vacation.
Or maybe she was a neat freak.
The hell if I knew.
Vincenzo laid his hand on my shoulder. “Let’s try the next room; maybe she’s sleeping with one of her sisters.”
Maybe she was.
Was she still experiencing nightmares?
My stomach hardened. I would kill Fausto—no matter the consequences.
We tiptoed to the next room and opened the door.
We stepped into the room, and Vincenzo closed the door behind us with a barely audible click.
“Stop—or I’ll shoot you,” a female voice coming from our left said in a deadbeat, determined tone.
We froze in our tracks, both turning to see a figure emerging from the darkness of an en-suite bathroom. She clicked on a lamp, illuminating her youthful features and revealing determination in her gaze.
Jemma.
When she stepped forward into the light, her white nightgown became translucent.
It made her look much younger than her eighteen years and almost ethereal, if it weren’t for the pistol held in her delicate hands, its barrel pointing directly at us.
After a split second, she gasped and expertly lowered the gun. “Gabe?”
I nodded. “Where’s Sophie?”
She cocked her head, then looked at Vincenzo beside me. “Who’s your friend?”
“Vincenzo Salvini.”
I could see when she recognized the name. The world of organized crime was small enough—especially at the top—for her to have heard Vincenzo’s name.
She raised an eyebrow, a sly grin playing on her lips. “Boston, huh? Did you guys get tired of New York’s bright lights and decide to take a detour to the land of baked beans and tea parties?”
Fearless and funny.
Vince beside me looked down at his feet and chuckled.
But I didn’t have time for small talk or jokes. “Where’s Sophie?”
Jemma’s face turned serious. “Ireland. She left yesterday.”
Fuck.
