Book three of the only series
They gave her one mission. They told her to find the Chicago mob Capo and get revenge. So they sent her away. She had a plan. A mindset. Goals she needed to reach.
Until she met his son.
He was supposed to be the en...
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I pulled into the private parking garage of my apartment building a half hour later. Faye was in my passenger seat half passed out and half conscious. It took forever trying to get her out of the restaurant. I could've just thrown her over my shoulder, but she was sensitive right now. Emotionally and physically.
Rafe was behind me, driving her car and pulled into the spot next to mine. I got out at the same time he did. He walked to me, handing me her car keys.
"Can't believe she didn't fight you on coming here," he said.
I shrugged, "she will in the morning."
I watched as Rafe smiled slowly, turning his head just as Dario entered the garage Raffaele's gray ferrari.
"What the hell are you smiling about?" I snapped at him, glancing in the car where Faye was still sitting.
"Nothing. Have fun, cousin." With that he patted me on my shoulder and walked away. Dario got out of the car and they switched, Rafe driving and Dario going to the other side. Before he got in he waved at me.
I sighed, rolling my shoulders back to try and get the tension out of them. It didn't work and it only got worse when I opened the passenger door and Faye nearly fell out of the car.
"Shit." I muttered, catching her and leaning most of her weight on me. Faye laughed and I would have found the sound of it reliving if I wasn't so worried about her overdosing.
"Feel any worse? Better? Or the same?" I asked her, grabbing her face in between one of my hands so she could look at me. She squinted against the harsh garage lighting, her pupils big and taking away from the dark blue.
"Better?" She mumbled and instead of it sounding like she answered me it sounded like a question.
I let out a breath and shook my head, about to close the door when I saw her purse on the floor in my passenger seat. Instead of grabbing it I just slammed the door shut. I'd get it later, it wasn't like she was leaving anytime soon anyway.
I wrapped my arm around her waist and she put her arm around my shoulder. It was good she was tall enough that it made carrying her like this easier.
"Anyone ever told you that you smell good, Bertelli?" She muttered.
"Yeah. Lots of women tell me that," I said, walking towards the elevators. But stopped once I realized that Faye didn't like elevators. Sure she may be drugged right now and not in her right mind, but it would still trigger a panic attack and right now I needed to keep her heart at a steady pace.
I looked at the door that had the staircase sign above it. Contemplating my decisions.
"Oh yeah. I forgot you're a man whore," she said, completely oblivious to anything around her.
I pinched her side gently at her words and she squealed, "careful, Faye." I muttered.
"You asshole. It is not my fault you flirt with every girl you come across," she said and I looked over at her, which fuck me. She was pouting and giving me those goddamn eyes.
