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My voice is low, but a hint of amusement trickles through the words as I ask, “Thinking of killing me,topolina?”
“Would it make any difference to my situation?” she asks bravely. “Your men would still kill us. Right?”
The corner of my mouth lifts in a smirk as I stop within striking distance of her. “Oh, little mouse…”
Before she can take her next breath, I grab her wrist and twist her around so her back slams into my chest. The sharp blade of the knife presses against her fluttering pulse.
Leaning my head down, I whisper, “You couldn’t kill me even if you tried.”
Chapter 20
Skylar
It’s difficult focusing on cooking with Renzo sitting by the island and watching me like a hawk.
I’m in a constant state of fear, and whenever I manage to calm down a little, Renzo does something to terrify the hell out of me.
I’ve never encountered anyone like him – a monster with no humanity at all.
Just as I think the thought, I hear the elevator doors open, and a moment later, an attractive man with light brown hair and brown eyes, the color of melted chocolate, walks into the kitchen.
When his eyes land on me, he comes to a stop, and pushing his hands into his pockets, he just stares at me.
My eyes dart between the man and Renzo, then Renzo mutters, “Smile, fucker. I’m finally going to eat healthy.”
Again, my eyes dart between them, every muscle in my body on high alert while I grip the knife tightly.
“Yeah, this is not what I meant when I said you need to eat healthier,” the man says as he turns his attention from me to Renzo. “You seriously brought her to your penthouse?”
“Don’t look surprised, Dario. I said I would,” Renzo answers.
Dario lets out a sigh before heading in my direction. My eyes widen, and my heartbeat speeds up dangerously fast, but then he walks past me and makes his way to the fridge where he helps himself to a can of soda.
He leans back against a counter as he opens the can, and only after taking a sip, he says, “I hope she’s making enough for three. I’m dying to taste her cooking.”
“She’s the one holding the knife.” Renzo’s eyes settle on me. “You better ask her.”
Dario pushes away from the counter, and his gaze flicks to the knife in my hand before locking with mine, then he says, “Hi,bellissima. I’m Dario La Rosa, someone who’s unfortunate enough to call Renzo my friend.”
When he reaches a hand out and waits for me to shake it, I just stare at him.
If he’s Renzo’s friend, then I’m going to assume he’s just as dangerous.
“Dario is one of the heads of the Cosa Nostra,” Renzo informs me.
My assumption was right.
I grip the knife even tighter because having two ruthless mafia bosses with their attention focused on me is twice as terrifying.
Dario’s mouth curves into a hot smile with a hint of playfulness. “Relax,bellissima. I’m the nice one.”
“Stop calling her beautiful,” Renzo suddenly growls, something possessive in his tone.
Dario lets out a burst of laughter before moving away from me and taking a seat at the island. His eyes settle on Renzo, a mischievous expression making him seem friendly.
“Hmm…Possessive much?” he taunts Renzo.
I hold my breath with growing apprehension as I watch the interaction.
