Page 32 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

“What have you got for me?”

“Just sent it all over in an email,” he explains. “She must be really good in bed if you’ve gone to this much trouble to find her because she’s clean as a whistle boss. Nothing interesting about her.”

“You have no idea how wrong you are.”

Kyle chuckles and hangs up the phone.

I click open the email and download the file named Lila Morano, tapping my fingers on the mouse.

“What am I going to find, Lila?”

Instantly, a picture of Lila at her college graduation appears, taken from a newspaper clipping. It seems she was valedictorian of her class.

“Impressive.” I zoom in on the picture.

Her blue eyes are shining as she looks into the camera, her long, brown hair pulled over one shoulder under her graduation cap. Her cheeks are slightly flushed, and there’s a small dimple in her left cheek which I didn’t notice before. It adds an element of innocence to her face.

She’s breathtaking, in a way no other woman has ever appeared to me before.

Yes, I’ve found plenty attractive, but Lila is different. Never before have I desired to learn what was on the inside.

And that scares the fuck out of me.

Kyle has composed a list of addresses—home, work, aunt’s house, best friend’s apartment. All useful but not what I’m looking for.

Finally, at the bottom, is a phone number.

Right now, my priority should be Lorenzo Rossi. But that isn’t enough to stop me from programming Lila’s number into my phone.

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LILA

I can’t tell which one is stronger, the fear that Andre will show up at my door one of these days or the fear that he never will.

He hasn’t left my mind for one second since I left the Ritz-Carlton penthouse, and I have no idea if he ever will.

He gave me the most amazing sex of my life, but he is one of the most dangerous men in the country.

I will never tell anyone what I heard last night. I’d never do that to him.

Something about him makes me want to protect him. As if he needs it from me.

I’m lucky to have come out alive, but for a few moments throughout the last few hours, I’ve wondered if I wouldn’t willingly sacrifice myself for another amazing night with him.

I’m so weak and pathetic. This is Andre De Luca we are talking about. Mafia boss and?—

“Hello?” Cassi laughs, waving a hand in front of my face.

I blink.

“I was doing it again, wasn’t I?” I run my hands over my face.

Cassi nods, smirking.

“Anything you want to share with the group?” Her index finger swings between us.

I roll my eyes and avoid the subject by tucking into my very overpriced avocado toast.

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