"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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Audrey was not happy about moving into Elysium. In fact, I would describe her reaction as irate or raving or incensed or some other SAT word that meant pretty fucking pissed.
"They put all of my things in all of the wrong drawers and now—" she slammed a cabinet behind her with a loud huff. "I can't find anything!"
I winced as she took her anger out on another cabinet, searching for god knows what.
The process of moving my belongings up to Gio's apartment had been seamless. We were both minimalists— apart from packing my books the rest of my belongings took a couple of hours. Audrey, however, had more sentimentality than I did. And shoes. She had a lot of shoes.
"How can you afford these on a teacher's salary," I asked, holding up a pair of what I knew were expensive heels. She snatched them from me.
"They were a gift."
My brows arched, shifting into a more comfortable position on the floor. My wound was starting to heal, but the stitches still made it uncomfortable to shift too quickly. It had been almost a week since I met with Marafi and Gio told me we needed to tell his brother about the threat to the company. Both men were traveling for work, leaving us in the company of Jacob and Cass. Gio had insisted both were necessary for our protection.
Audrey seemed to mind their presence more than I did, but begrudgingly allowed them to sit at her kitchen counter while she attempted to organize her new apartment. Jacob was snickering while Audrey raged around the apartment and Cass was doing everything he could to look anywhere but directly at her.
"A gift from who?" She flushed, tucking the shoes under her armpit and storming into the bedroom to put them in her closet. I shouted out to her, repeating my question and then adding, "That guy Brandon? No way he afforded these on a resident salary."
My little sister reappeared from behind the bedroom door, casually refusing to meet my eye as she continued to grab things from around the apartment and put them in a new spot. And then she would move them back. And then again.
"No. Not Brandon. I'm— um, I'm seeing a new guy." Despite her best efforts, she still glanced toward Cass in the kitchen. He didn't give any sign that he was listening, but he also hadn't moved an inch in the last ten minutes. "His name is Blake. He's an investment banker."
"Ew."
She glared at me, throwing a roll of paper towels at my head. "Not all of us can date a trillionaire mobster."
Despite her sarcasm, I glanced at Cass. "Well..."
Audrey picked up a book this time, lifting it up by her head as if to throw it. I held my hands up in surrender, shooting her a look and promising her silently that I would let it go. For now, at least.
We spent the rest of the evening trying to get her apartment set up in the way that she wanted, but for how sweet my sister was she was the most particular person I knew. Even when we were living in a shithole of an apartment, she was the one that made it a home.
