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“Shit, kid,” Dean whispered. “We’re talking a bust like the kind that took down Teflon Don, and the Five Families,andDonnie Brasco. It’s going to level the criminal empires of the east into fine powder.” Dean’s hand shook and he poured himself a shot, throwing it back. “I’m thinking of skipping town.”
“Cazzo.” I slammed my palm on the bar top; people around me jumped while Dean took a step back. “Is Weiss our Brasco? Or is it someone else?”
“Listen, I got no clue how this jackass got his hands on any of this information,” Dean said and poured me another glassful with a shaking hand. “He’s no Donnie Brasco but I think Weiss is working alone. I mean, hehasto be — it’s the only way he could’ve managed to keep it under wraps so long.”
“Patient, too, it sounds like,” I said. “I’d almost admire the guy if I didn’t want to throttle him with my bare hands.”
Dean scratched his beard. “He’s got a lot of people after him right now. And, before you ask, I don’t know where he is. All I do know is that, for now, no one’s got a hit on him. Families want to find him and figure out what he knows.”
I laughed. “Dean, drop the cuteness. If you don’t know where he is, then you know the name of someone who does.”
A small smile formed on his face and his eyes flicked toward the door. “Maybe.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” I reached in my jacket and pulled out a stack of cash as thick as my forearm. “Tell me.”
“Well,” Dean said and picked up the stack with a big grin and covetous gaze. “For this kind of intel, I think—”
I pulled out my gun and placed it on the bar. Dean’s eyes went wide, and he stumbled backward, knocking into the bottles. One slipped and smashed at his feet but he didn’t so much as flinch, his eyes were locked on the gun.
“I don’t have all night.” I clicked off the safety and grinned at Dean. “And neither do you.”
Lia
For a terrifying ten minutes, I couldn’t find Sara.
The Bostonian cold bit into me relentlessly and I shivered, wondering if she had finally had enough. The contrast between the heat from that stranger’s gaze and the coldness outside was almost too much to handle. I considered going back downstairs into the bar when I heard a familiar shout, and my body sagged with relief.
Through the blur of faces, Sara appeared and grasped my hands. Gesturing with her head, she pulled me along and asked over her shoulder, “how’d it go?”
“I got it,” I said as I got my bearings back and looked around. “Woah, what’s going on?”
“I don’t know,” Sara said, following my gaze. “But I think we need to get out of here.”
Several black SUVs had pulled up in front of the club with a bunch of seriously big and terrifying dudes milled around them. Even though it was tenfreakin’degrees out, almost none of them had coats on. Instead, they were wearing nice suits and heavy chains and, from a glance, I could see tattoos on their hands and necks.
I wondered if my stranger had come with them.
Sara stiffened next to me and I jolted sinceunbotheredcould’ve easily been her middle name. I glanced over, then followed her gaze, wondering what she had locked eyes onto.
“Oh,” I murmured.
A tall man with golden-olive skin lounged against one of the cars, utterly uninterested in what was going on around him. White-blond hair fell into his eyes as he leaned over and his chiseled features flared into sight as he lit a cigarette.
For a moment, I couldn’t put my finger on why the smoker stood out, even when I accounted for the fact that he was the only one not in a suit. Instead, he wore ripped jeans, battered Timberland boots, and a bomber jacket with a shearling collar. It wasn’t until he tipped back his head and blew out a plume of smoke that it hit me.
Even though this man was sensuous and gorgeous — any girl would know it with a glance — he gave off such an icy indifference, it almost hurt to look at him.
No matter what, the smoker would be damned before he gave you the time of day… or so I thought until he looked over, and the cigarette drooped against his lower lip as he caught sight of Sara. But except for a momentary tic and the slight tilt of his head, nothing in his facial expression changed.
Damn.Smoker had the best poker face I’d ever laid eyes on.
A shiver ran through Sara and she grabbed my elbow, hauling me away.
I couldn’t help it; I leaned in and teased, “Sure you don’t want to get that hottie’s number? Seems like your type.”
“No,” Sara said and cleared her throat. “I don’t date smokers.”
A laugh burst out of me. “Oh, Sara. I bet you could get him to quit.”
