"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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"Don't you dare move."
My arm stilled over the remote and turned with a sheepish smile to where Gio stood in the kitchen. He was frowning and pointing a chef's knife at me.
"Please," I begged. "Watching this is more painful than getting shot."
He frowned. "Not funny."
"A little funny," I muttered and sank lower in the couch to a more comfortable position.
For some reason, Gio liked to watch the evening news and since he was cooking me dinner, I didn't have a lot of room to argue. Although, he had been cooking me meals all week while I recovered so tonight was no special occasion. Apart from the occasional work meeting when Jacob or Audrey would fill in, he hadn't left the apartment or my side. While I loved this new constant, it made it almost impossible to figure out a way to get to Marafi.
I needed one last meeting with him before I could tell Gio the truth. If I told Marafi I was done before I came clean, maybe Gio wouldn't kill me. Him forgiving me seemed too much to hope for, so I settled on hoping that he would let me live.
A life without him admittedly, but I deserved to live with that kind of pain.
He placed a bowl of homemade soup in my hands and I smiled up at him. We settled next to each other eating our soup and watching the most boring thing known to man. Despite my healing wound, I'd never been more content. Or nostalgic. Like I was already missing the moment while I was still living it.
"Do you remember when I told you that I suspected somebody of feeding information to Seamus and the family's enemies?"
"Shit— sorry! I burned myself."
I dabbed the bit of spilled soup that had fallen onto my lap and swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat. Gio handed me a napkin and I used his momentary distraction to compose my face. It was easier than it should've been.
"Anyways, yes. I remember. You thought somebody told Seamus about your involvement with the feds raiding the docks, right?" I asked and Gio nodded. "Do you think they're still giving him information?"
The ghost of a smile played at the corner's of Gio's lips. A dark kind of pleasure behind that smile made a chill run up my spine.
"We won't have to worry about Seamus, mia cara. Ever again."
His tone was final and I knew why. I hadn't asked the extent of what he'd done while I was in the hospital unconscious, but it wasn't hard to guess. His almost confirmation still made my stomach drop. But it wasn't an unpleasant feeling.
