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I nod and get up to leave. “Good night.”

Everything about the room is cozy. I shut the blinds and walk to the bed. My phone buzzes in my bag. I reach for the bag and pull out the phone. The screen displays Jenna requesting a video call. I click the answer button, and her face pops up.

“Hey, haven’t heard from you. How's your plan going?”

“It’s going…better.” I take off my shoes and fall to the bed, facing the ceiling.

“Better?” Her oval face scrunches.

“Yes, I’m getting close to taking them down.”

She looks around the room as if searching for something. Her nosiness almost makes me laugh. “Are you with Marcello?”

“Yes, I am.”

“I know you trust him, but don’t be too trusting. All mafia men are the same. They love only themselves.”

I nod with a small smile, sadness making my heart sink. “You’re right. I'll keep my eyes open. How are you doing?”

She presses her lips together. “Missing you. Can’t wait for all of this to end.”

My face brightens. “Same here. But you know I’ll go back to Lexington when it’s all done.”

A frown forms on her face. “I know you want to go back, but consider sticking around. We haven’t gotten to visit any of the sights. You’ve been all revenge and I miss my bestie. Say you’ll consider it.”

“Okay. I’ll think about it.”

She grins. “Good. Take care of yourself and watch your back.”

I stare at the phone for a long moment after she hangs up. It’s too soon to claim our victory or start planning my future. But a part of me wonders what it would be like to stick around and see where Marcello and I can take these feelings.

CHAPTERELEVEN

DANIELLA

Don Giorgio wantsto kill me, but I quickly began to realize that boredom would end me first if I didn’t get busy with something. So, early the next morning, I decided to go for a run to exercise and see around the area.

My chest heaves as I return into the living room. My eyes rake everywhere, searching for Marcello, but he’s nowhere to be found. Beads of sweat drip from my forehead to my temple, and I wipe it off with the back of my hand.

“Maybe he’s gone to get breakfast,” I mutter as I stroll inside.

I take off my exercise clothes and head to the bathroom to shower. It’s been three weeks since I walked in that club, intent on bringing Giorgio down, thinking Marcello was just a bump in the road. Even with his green eyes, sexy smile, and commanding presence, I was ready to never see him again.

Who knew that my initial mark would end up being the man I think about nonstop?

But Marcello is more than just a handsome man with a perfect body. He’s protective, thoughtful, and makes me feel like woman. I’m not just Angelo’s sister out to take down a mafia boss to him. Maybe I don’t matter to him much beyond helping him take down Giorgio, but at least in that regard, he treats me as an equal.

I’m afraid that giving him my body has turned into me giving him my heart too. Now I’m left wondering if he feels the same. Does he feel anything for me that’s real? Or if this is just because we’re stuck together?

I groan to myself. “You’re thinking like a desperate woman.”

I’m grateful for his help, but maybe it’s time to hold off on all of the sex. It’s scrambling my thoughts and feelings.

After turning the showerhead, jets of warm water rain on my body, relaxing my nerves. My eyes pop open at the sound of the bathroom door opening. My throat goes dry when I see Marcello standing naked in front of me.

I want to ask where he’s been, but I can’t think of the right words. Not when he’s staring hungrily at me like that. He flicks his tongue over his lower lip, moving his gaze from my breasts down to my pussy. He swallows, and his cock throbs, heavy with want. Blood rushes through my ears as Marcello walks closer.

He hasn’t even touched me, but my knees are already weak.

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