Page 37 of The Sicilian Brotherhood I

She shrugged, “He’s okay.”

“He didn’t say more to you?”

She shook her head.

“Skye, be honest with me. How did they find out where we were so fast?”

“Girl, I don’t know. Are you trying to say something?”

A flash of fear danced across her face. If I hadn’t been staring at her intently, I would have missed it. She knew more than she was telling me. I could sense her hesitation. I’d known Skye for long enough that she couldn’t keep a secret from me.

I wasn’t ready to expect the worst from her.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing, nothing’s wrong.”

“I went to Italy,” I said.

“With him?”

“Yes.”

Skye’s teeth clenched in anger.

“So that’s it? You’re turning your back on your marriage?”

I’d never heard Skye speak that way before. About Franco? She knew my marriage to him was out of a mixture of obligation and terror. Skye had never taken his side before. My heart thumped like a war drum in my chest.

“What marriage? I've been trying to leave Franco. We have no marriage. He abandoned me and because of what he did, his sister died.”

“Giacomo is the one who pulled the trigger!”

“That’s not the point.”

“It is the point. You’re riding around with a dangerous criminal and you’re acting like everything’s fine and I’m the strange one for freaking out.”

“Giacomo isn’t that dangerous.”

“He’s killed before.”

“So has Franco.”

“They’re the same man, Dahlia. They aren’t different. Gangsters, thugs, mafia, bikers, they’re all the same.”

“I’m not trying to argue about that Skye, I just want to ask you… did you go to Italy?”

She stared at me, her dark brown eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and terror.

“No,” she said.

Her voice wavered, and I knew she wasn’t telling the truth.

“Skye,” I repeated, “Were you in Italy?”

“No.”

I couldn’t get through to her.

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