Page 117 of Sinful Secrets

Francesca said she invited Savannah. Is she coming?

Why would she invite Savannah when she’s barely dipped her toes in the mafia lifestyle?

I don’t ask Savannah before I reply.

Hell no, she’s not coming. I’m not even sure she knows how to shoot a gun.

Damn, dude. You better get her some training.

A knock sounds on the door. Opening it, I see Francesca with a duffle bag thrown over her shoulder and a pissed off glare on her face.

Her hair is in a ponytail, and she’s wearing all black attire and a utility belt with a gun, knife, pepper spray, and extra magazines.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” I ask in an ultra sweet tone.

She turns her glare on me for a second before sighing. “I’m not letting them decide my future for me. I thought we were already past that. I’ll drive myself if I have to.”

I close the door as she storms inside my apartment.

A few seconds later, another knock sounds on the door. Looking through the peephole, I see Rhett’s scowl.

“Come on in.” I say as I open the door.

“Where is she?” He growls out.

“She’s right-” I say as I glance around the open area.

Francesca is nowhere to be found, and Savannah is no longer lounging on the couch. There’s only one place they can be- the bedroom.

What is Francesca planning with Savannah?

“So, what’s her new plan?”

Rhett shrugs and leans against the front door. “She was in the middle of telling me about the armored vehicles she just bought.”

“Where did she get them from?”

“Some dealership in town. Apparently, she’s been planning this for a while now. Her uncle helped her pick them out a few months ago.”

Savannah and Francesca walk out of the bedroom. Savannah changed into a fitted black v-neck shirt. She’s wearing a utility belt like Francesca, but hers is gunless.

“Uh, what the hell is going on?” Rhett’s question mimics the one on the tip of my tongue.

Francesca crosses her arms. “She’s coming with me.”

My gaze locks with Savannah’s. She looks down at the ground but Francesca nudges her arm, giving Savannah encouragement to speak up.

“Yeah, I’m part of thefamilynow, so I want to be included. Francesca is going to teach me everything I need to know.”

I clench my jaw before glancing between the two women.

I’m at a loss for words.

This isn’t a fucking game. Someone can get hurt, or worse, killed.

My phone chimes with a message.

“That has to be Joey.” Rhett says beside me.

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