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Please listen to me, Lilah, he's saying.
Unfortunately for Dante, I don’t listen to men who don’t tell me the truth anymore.
I don’t listen to men who deceive me in order to get what they want.
“No.” The word is firm, and despite the noise, I know it got to his ears because his face registers the same shock I’m also feeling.
What am I doing?
I am in way too deep.
This is Junior Carluccio.
I’m pretty sure of that. I’m pretty sure he’s the son of Carmine. He’s Paulie’s uncle.
How the fuck was I so stupid to not see it? Not see the connection.
Jesus.
“Don’t make me do this, Delilah.”
I stand my ground, hands on my hips, staring at the man in front of me.
Is it the right move?
Probably not.
Dante sighs.
“I have shit to handle, Lilah. I’ll see you in a few,” he says, then he looks to Marco and nods.
And then the large, burly man dips, putting a shoulder to my belly, and stands, taking me kicking and screaming to the unmarked door that leads to the office.
“Marco! Put me down!” I shout, smacking him on the back and trying to hit him with my clunky shoe.
"Sorry, princess. Can’t do that. Got orders.”
“Fuck your orders! I have free will!”
“Know that. Gotta trust the process.” He unlocks the first door, stepping into the quiet hallway as I start to go limp.
What’s the point in fighting him here? No one can hear me anyway, the soundproofing top of the line.
“Trust the process? What the fuck is this, a makeup tutorial?” I ask his back.
Another lock clicks, and we walk into a dark, quite room.
“Look, I don’t make the rules. Just follow demands,” he says, placing me down where I start to pace.
“Who is he?” I ask, and Marco turns toward the door.
“Who is who?”
“Don’t play dumb, Marco. Dante? Who is he?”
He stares at me, and there’s actually pity there.
“You know the answer to that.”
