HIS DAME

Chapter 51

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"What type of assassin are you? And what spy do you have?" Nedvar yelled, his usual icy composure cracking as he raked his hands through his disheveled hair.

"Capo! I sent someone very professional! She's the best at her work!" Leopoldo blurted out, his voice rising defensively.

The other three men froze. Rocco and Nedvar turned to him with identical looks of disbelief, while Sam, clueless as ever, tilted his head slightly.

"She?" Nedvar repeated slowly, his tone laced with skepticism. "Did you just say she?" "FUCK!!" Leopoldo grunted already knowing what is to fall on his head.

"Yes, she!" Leopoldo snapped, already annoyed.

Rocco crossed his arms, raising a brow. "Hold on. You—Leopoldo—trusted a woman? You, the guy who thinks sweet-talking is saying, 'You look fine, now leave.' That doesn't add up."

Leopoldo groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "She's not just any girl, okay? She's resourceful, sharp, and adaptable!"

"You are speaking for her, unbelievable. Are you the real Leopoldo Terzo or someone has hijacked your mind?!" Rocco dramatically blabbers complete impossible shit.

Nedvar leaned forward slightly, his expression incredulous. "You? Trusting a girl? You, who wouldn't trust one to hold your cigarette if you were choking?"

Leopoldo scowled, shifting uncomfortably under their scrutiny. "Look, I had to make a quick decision! And she's not random. She's done surveillance gigs before."

"Surveillance?" Rocco asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "What kind of surveillance? Spying on her ex's Instagram?"

Leopoldo glared at him. "She's sharp! And she doesn't get emotionally involved. She's all about the job."

"That makes one of you," Nedvar muttered, earning a chuckle from Rocco.

Sam, still confused, raised his hand slightly. "Wait, hold on. Why are we so hung up on this? Can't women be spies too?"

"It's not that, Sam," Rocco said, his tone amused. "It's that Leopoldo—Mr. 'I'd rather burn a bridge than apologize'—is suddenly all-in on trusting a girl."

Leopoldo groaned loudly, throwing his hands in the air. "You guys are impossible! She's the best option I had, alright?"

Nedvar's glare hardened. "And how, exactly, is she 'the best'? What are her qualifications?"

Leopoldo hesitated, then muttered, "She's my cousin's girlfriend's best friend..."

The silence was deafening.

Rocco stared at him, his jaw slack. "Your cousin's girlfriend's best friend? That's who you sent to handle this?"

"She's smart and blends in well!" Leopoldo defended.

"Blends in well?" Nedvar repeated, his voice razor-sharp. "What's she doing, hosting a book club in there?"

Sam looked even more confused now. "So... she's not an assassin?"