Page 123 of Sinful Secrets

My gaze follows her finger, landing on Francesca and her mom in a standoff with each of them pointing guns at one another.

Where’s Rhett? Joey? Arturo?

Elizabeth rolls her eyes. “What are you even doing here? You don’t belong with them. You belong with me.”

Francesca shakes her head. “You left us, remember?”

“I didn’t leave you. I left your father. Maybe if I stayed, you wouldn’t have turned out the way you did.” Elizabeth’s snide remark causes a growl to ripple up my throat.

Is she fucking serious?

She continues. “I always wanted you by my side. That’s why I sent Jax your way. He was supposed to befriend you. You two were supposed to fall in love and then he was going to bring you home.”

Francesca yells, “Enough about Jax. That’s ancient history. You’re working with them, aren’t you? You’re working with the Reapers.”

Elizabeth sighs and confesses. “Of course I am.”

Francesca’s eyes gloss over as if she’s keeping the tears at bay. “Why?”

“They pay better than Giuseppe, and it was just another way to screw over your father.”

“For someone who never loved Dad, you sure are doing everything to stay in his life. How does Giuseppe feel about being your second choice?”

“You fucking bitch. Giuseppe was and is always my first choice.”

Francesca shrugs. “You didn’t marry him back then, and now you’re working for a vigilante gang that wants to eliminate the mafia, including his.”

Elizabeth shakes with anger. She spits out, “How dare you? You’re nothing without me. If this is the side you take, then I’d rather see you dead.”

A gunshot rings out. I hold my breath as I glance around the area, searching for any and all threats.

Elizabeth’s white pantsuit turns red a second before her body falls to the ground.

Chapter Twenty-Five

SAVANNAH

I hopup on the bathroom counter next to the first aid supplies. Spencer nudges my legs open to get a closer look at my neck.

He gently peels off the first butterfly bandage, causing me to wince in pain. “Ow.”

With his thumb and forefinger, he turns my head his way. “Did I hurt you? Is it your cut? Where is the pain?”

I shake my head and chuckle. Tilting my head down, I place a kiss on his thumb. “It’s where the bandage pulled my skin. You didn’t hurt me, but I love you care enough to ask.”

“Of course I care. I love you, Savannah, and I’ll try my damndest to keep you safe.” He runs his finger along my throat, just under the cut.

A ball of emotion lodges itself in the back of my throat. Unable to speak, I whisper, “I know you do, and I hope you know I love you, too.”

He leans toward me, pressing his lips to the edge of mine. “I still love hearing you say it, though.”

Our conversation stops as he pulls off the rest of the butterfly bandages before applying a layer of antibiotic ointment.

“You’re down to needing just two of them. Your cut is healing pretty well for only being two days old. I think by this weekend you won’t even need any bandages.”

“That will be nice. I can’t wait to get back to normal.”

He grabs a small rectangular bandage and covers the two butterfly bandages.

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