Page 32 of These Deadly Vows

“Send me the address and I’ll have my driver swing by.”

“Um. I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” I peer toward the kitchen and find Ghost standing with his feet planted firmly directly behind the couch where I’m sitting with his arms folded across his chest.

“That your girl?”

“Yes.”

“Do you trust her with your life?”

“Yes.”

“Invite her over, but she comes alone.”

I mouth, ‘thank you.’ “And what is the address?” I can hear Carla stifling her laughter at the fact I don’t know where the hell I’m at. I’m glad Ghost isn’t being difficult about her visiting. If I were to tell her she couldn’t come, she would call her older brothers, and I can’t afford to have them sticking their noses in this and starting trouble. The last thing I need in my life are more dead bodies. Everyone knows Dante and Carmichael Bianchi are as crazy as they are stupid. They have two things going for them. They are hot and loaded. Make that three things. They are also loyal to a fault when it comes to the people they care about and my being their baby sister’s bestie, I fall under that umbrella.

I give Carla the address and end the call.

“Is she hot?” Capone asks, and I roll my eyes. “Is she single?”

“None of your business.”

“You should be nice to me. I brought you your shit.”

“Thank you.” He narrows his baby blues at me like he’s waiting for me to say more. “What?” I huff.

“Is she single?”

“Like I’d want my bestie with the likes of you.” Sure, Capone is hot if tattooed, murderous, tall, dark, and handsome bikers are your thing. But Carla would never go for him. Not seriously, anyway. Her family would never approve of such a match. She’s expected to marry a good Italian man. One from a proper and pre-approved family.

“What’s wrong with me?”

“You keep company with him?” I hook a thumb toward my husband, and he cracks up.

“That’s fair.”

Ghost shoots him a ‘what the fuck’ look.

I watch as he sends a text on his phone. “Axe will be around if you need anything. I’ve got a meeting.”

“I don’t need a babysitter. Where am I going to go?”

“I don’t know, princess. That’s why the guard. You aren’t to leave the apartment.”

“If I want to go out with Carla, I will. You can’t keep me prisoner.”

“It’s for your own safety.”

“You mean it’s to make sure no one kills me before you get your hands on my inheritance?”

“You should be nicer to me. I’m the only one who gives a shit about your saftey. The last of your father’s men scattered like roaches when exposed to light.”

“I’m sure they weren’t given much choice in the matter.”

“Let’s talk perimeters. You and your friend can go to the gym and the hot tub. Stay out of the bar and away from the residential floors. Axe will be with you at all times and reporting to me.”

“She lives here, doesn’t she? You don’t want me bumping into your whore.”

Capone shares a look with my husband.

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