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I whirl at the sound of Ray’s voice behind me. He’s standing beside a wet bar, where the woman referred to as Scar is getting my water.
The green-eyed blonde brings me the glass, and I stare at it.
“Sorry. I’d take it, but I’m a little tied up at the moment.”
“My apologies.” The man motions with his finger for me to turn.
I do so, only because if he was going to kill me, he would have done it already.
When he undoes the rope, I instantly face him again. Rubbing the raw marks on my wrists, I ask, “Why am I here? Did Ray sell Luca out to you?” I demand. “Is that why you have me? Because if that’s the case, I promise you’ve made a huge mistake. Luca doesn’t care enough about me to come.”
The man smirks. “Somehow I doubt that. But Sinacore isn’t the main reason why I’ve extended you an invitation to my home.”
This is a fucking house?
I take the water from Scar, and she returns to stand beside Ray. Sipping from the glass, I scan the room I assumed was a swanky Manhattan office in some high-rise building. Its sleek lines, low leather couches, concrete floors, and an entire wall made of glass that allows an unobstructed view of the city are what give that industrial vibe that had me making the mistake.
But now that I really look, it’s easy to tell this is a condo, maybe even a penthouse. There’s a wide doorway that leads into an immense kitchen, the kind where the appliances look like cabinets, and there’s nothing cluttering the granite countertops. A long hallway with doors on both sides leads to what appears to be a foyer with an elevator.
Only someone with an obscene amount of money could afford a place like this.
Turning back to my captor, I demand, “Why am I here? And who, for fuck’s sake, are you?”
His lips tug upward. “You don’t know who I am?”
I allow my gaze to trail over him, but I find nothing familiar. “Should I?”
“My name is Gideon Black. Oh!” he exclaims when my brows shoot upward. “You’ve heard of me.”
“You’re Stephen Black’s son.” My heart rate increases tenfold. “The Ferryman.”
He smiles a smile so pretty it’s frightening. “I wondered how much you knew about me.”
“I know you’re a murderer.”
“Murderer?” His brow creases, but his smile doesn’t waver. “I suppose it depends on your perspective.”
“Slitting people’s throats is murder, no matter which way you look at it.” I flick a look at the woman, fully aware it’s she who’s done the actual killings.
“Mmm.” He stands, then moves toward her. She hands him a file, and he proceeds to pace as he reads whatever documents are in it. “I know a few things about you too, Carina.”
My blood freezes when I realize he’s used my name. “How did you—?”
Then I glance at Ray, who’s watching me with a smugness I want to slap off his face. He gave me away to this asshole.
“You graduated with honors, highest grades in your class, with a scholarship to NYU.” He glances up. “What happened to your plan of attending law school?”
“Shit happens.” I shrug.
“Shit or shitty fathers?”
My gaze narrows on him at the mention of my father, wondering where this is leading. “Everyone makes mistakes.”
“Mistakes?” He chuckles, his deep tone reverberating through the room. It’s warm like whiskey, but all I manage to feel from it is ice. “Gregorio couldn’t keep himself out of trouble, and you couldn’t live your life, because you had to constantly bail him out. Smart cookie. Creative. Tell me, is your husband aware of how truly involved you were in your father’s business? That you were the real criminal?”
The word criminal being used to describe me grates over my ears like nails on a chalkboard. Especially when I tried so hard to avoid it. Before, at least.
“What makes you think I had anything to do with his illegal shit?” I ask.
