"You like it, don't you?"
"What?" I managed to breathe.
"The fear, Miss Night," he mused, "you crave it."
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Sabina Night owes Antonio Marafi her life.
But when he asks her to spy on the Russo crime family, Sabin...
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"You bitch!"
Were the first words I heard the moment I walked through the door of my apartment. I didn't even have one foot in the door before Audrey was in front of me looking slightly unhinged.
"Um, hello to you too," I grumbled, exhausted from an eight hour stint of poring over Elysium's second quarter number projectiles. My brain was fried and my sister was not helping.
"Why wouldn't you tell me you were moving?" she demanded, hands on her hips and looking very much like a stern school teacher.
"What?" I asked, very intelligently.
"You're moving! I can't believe you wouldn't tell me or at least let me know! I mean I know your portion of the lease is still covered by your work living stipend but—"
"Audrey," I interjected, throwing myself onto the couch, "what the hell are you talking about?"
Finally, she seemed to realize that I was completely unaware of whatever she was talking about. She paused her rant long enough to scan my face. Then, she broke into a rushed explanation.
The longer she talked, the angrier I got. The more I looked around the apartment, the more I wanted to kill someone. Finally, she finished her explanation and I was out the door before she could say goodbye.
***
About an hour later, I was banging on the door of the top floor penthouse with literal smoke probably coming out of my ears. Hair that looked like fire and I was ready to breathe it too.
When the door opened, I shoved past whoever it was that opened it and stalked into the room. I whirled around to face whoever opened the door.
"You moved me out of my apartment?!"
But I wasn't looking at who I expected. The blonde haired man from before was standing at the door staring at me and looking a little shocked at my outburst and sudden entrance.
A throat cleared from behind me.
"No, that would be me."
I turned to face the familiar voice, my face heating as I realized that I'd clearly burst into some type of meeting. I'd only been expecting one man and was faced with four of them sitting on a black leather couch plus the one I just left stunned at the door.
Gio was watching me with amusement sparkling in his eyes. The man next to him, however, held something more dangerous in his gaze when he looked at me.
He was older than Gio, probably by a sizable gap. His hair was graying on the sides and it wasn't necessarily that his size or his looks were imposing. There was an air about him that the other men in the room seemed to gravitate around. As if he was the planet they all orbited around.
"And who might this be?" The man spoke and my spine straightened. A slight foreign lilt to his words and a sparkling ring on his middle finger. I knew if I got closer, that ring would have an 'R' on its face. Don Russo.
