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“Thank you for letting me know, Levi.”

“Should he show up in London?—”

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but I have no intention of seeing him, especially this close to our wedding. You needn’t worry. I’ve left specific instructions that no one—other than you, of course—should be permitted access to my apartment without my expressed permission.”

“Well done, my love. There’s a meeting I should make my way into.”

“Hurry back. I miss you. I’m in the bath, by the way.”

I closed my eyes and groaned, picturing her naked body and water cascading over her luscious curves. “I may have to hire a helicopter to get me there quicker.”

She giggled, and we ended the call.

“Pardon the interruption. I was unaware this meeting was taking place, or I would’ve joined you sooner,” I said, walking into the library.

Nemesis glared at me. “This doesn’t concern you.”

“I beg to differ. There’s vital information the coalition has not yet been made aware of.”

She sighed. “Very well. Get on with it.”

“Unit 23 has two agents already embedded in the Calabrian Syndicate—Giada Notaro, code name Luna, and Antonio Casavetti, code name Keeper.”

Nemesis raised a brow. “Shall I assume the next thing you’re going to say is you also have two who have infiltrated the Sicilians?” When I didn’t respond, Nemesis leaned back in her chair. “Stop playing games, and answer my question.”

If she weren’t looking directly at me, I would’ve rubbed my hands together in anticipation of her reaction to what I was about to tell her. “It may come as a surprise.”

“For God’s sake, Typhon, spit it out.” Nemesis was seething.

“Me.”

“For how long?” she spat.

“Years.”

“In what role?”

“Enforcer. By contract only.”

“Convenient,” she muttered.

“It’s served a purpose,” I said, barely able to hold back my grin.

“Where are you going with this, Typhon?” she demanded.

“I’ll be spending some time in Tropea with Brando.”

“His code name is Michelangelo.”

“The Sicilians know him by his given name. Are you suggesting we blow our cover with a mistake only a green agent would make?”

Her face flushed, and she folded her arms, resting them on the table in front of her, then raised her head and glared at me through scrunched eyes. “As with prior instances of overlapping missions, I will insist you brief me on every facet of whatever ops you’re planning.”

“For now, it will consist of support only.”

“Do you have reason to believe your involvement is necessary at this time?”

I nodded once, achieving my goal of further annoying her.

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