Page 21 of Malevolent Secrets

“What makes you say that?”

“We grew up together, Enzo. You think I don’t know when you’re distracted?”

He knows I hate when people call me that and his smile is proof of it.

“Bastardo,” I mutter tossing a lint at him.

“Is it the girl? The one you met at the bar yesterday?”

I can’t even be surprised that he knows about that. It is Vincent’s job to know about things that he has no business knowing about and he is very good at it.

“Did you fuck her?”

Just thinking about it, remembering the way she looked, naked and panting on my couch, in my arms, in my bed.

“Ay. L’hai fatto. You did.”

“You were late to our meeting.” There’s no excuse, not like I ever have to excuse my actions with him.

“She looked pretty, but she’s not your type.”

“Since when do you concern yourself with the women I take to bed?”

“You can’t tell me that you didn’t know who she was.”

Of course I know who she is. I also know that her eyes are so vividly blue, her hair is lusciously dark and silky, and her lips are criminally soft and sweet.

“I’m sure you do,” he replies for me.

He tosses another set of pictures on the table and suddenly, I'm looking down at the woman of my wet dreams.

“Daniella Roberto. Twenty-five, works at an advertising agency. Born on the third of March to Micah and Donelli. They separated when she was six, he died when she was fifteen and four years later she died.. She has twenty-thousand dollars in total to her name.”

I flip through the pictures as he talks. She really is beautiful, and Italian. Of course. She’s all the things that I cannot say no to.

“You want to know what else I found out?”

“If you’re about to tell me where she was on 9/11 or some shit…” I say sarcastically, but he cuts me off.

“She was in love. Engaged to be married to a man named Jeremy Foster.” I look up at him with a start.

“Ring a bell?”

“Fuck.”

Vincent knows that the name rings a bell. Of course it does, because less than a month ago, I had looked him in the eyes and condemned him to death.

I didn’t know that she had anything to do with Jeremy. Somehow, in the small amount of research I had done about her after she left, I had missed that.

I remember the strange look in her eyes when I woke to find her staring at me. At the time, I had thought that she was surprised that she had slept with a mob boss. Now I wonder if she wasn’t looking for me all along.

This changes everything, but I’m not even sure what it means. What I do know, is that just thinking about her while we were talking has made my cock hard.

I’m always the soul of caution, but when it comes to my little mystery woman, I might not be able to use my typical good sense.

Chapter Six

Daniella

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