Page 56 of Sinful Secrets

I laugh. “Yeah, that sounds just like grandparents. I can tell there is so much love between you.”

Our conversation is interrupted as three guys wearing all black attire round the corner of the building.

Spencer sits up straighter in his chair. His knuckles grip the armrest in a death grip. He’s on alert and glaring at the men.

Who are they?

They stop a few feet from our table and threaten Spencer. I don’t pay attention to what they are saying; I try to commit any information about them to memory.

They are all around the same height, and same built. They’re even wearing the same clothes.

Are they military? Brothers?

They all have emerald green eyes, too.

Is that their natural color, or are they wearing contacts?

Who could they be?

Is Spencer in a gang, too? As if being in the mafia and a professional hockey player isn’t enough.

One gang member laughs and brags about shooting the princess.

Who the hell is the princess? Like a real princess? Or a woman that thinks she’s a princess?

My mind wanders back to the research I did last night. Mob boss Arturo Marino has two children. Joseph and Francesca. In several articles, the writers referred to the children as the Mafia Prince and Mafia Princess.

Is that who he shot? Is that the funeral Spencer had to go to?

A gasp escapes past my lips.

Spencer glances at me before turning his deadly glare on the men. “You need to remember whose territory you’re in. I’d advise you to shut the fuck up and go back to the hell hole you crawled out of, or else we’re going to have problems.”

The three gang members leave, but not before stabbing Spencer’s front passenger tire.

Spencer’s hands tighten around the arms of the chairs until his knuckles turn white. “Son of a bitch.”

Mario runs outside. “Do you need me to call-” He glances at me. “-someone to come help fix your problem?”

That sounds like a hidden message, like he doesn’t want me to know who the person he is referring to is.

Is he talking about Arturo? The mafia boss and also the owner of the Savannah Sharks?

Or the other mafia members Spencer is friends with?

Are we in the middle of a turf war?

My mouth dries, and I struggle to breathe. What the hell did I get myself into?

Chapter Twelve

SPENCER

Mario runs outside.“Do you need me to call-” He glances at Savannah. “-someone to come help fix your problem?”

“No. I have a spare and all necessary tools needed.” I release my tight grip from around the arms of the chairs.

I should have done more to prevent them from slashing my tire. I wanted to, but I’m not ready for Savannah to be thrown into that world.

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