Page 73 of Sinful Secrets

I’m not ‘in’ with the Marinos anymore.

I’m an outcast. A nobody.

Shaking those depressing thoughts away, I scroll down to the most recent replies. I stop my scrolling when a comment gets my attention. One word sticks out more than the others.

Murder.

User Quest4theTruth commented that the Marinos should also have murder added to their list as they have seen firsthand the Marinos and their accomplices kill in cold blood.

My breathing becomes ragged as I picture Spencer shooting someone.

Would he really kill someone?

My mind flashes back to the night he threatened Connor. There was so much anger in his eyes and so much blood. Who knows what would have happened if I wasn’t standing there?

Another commenter agreed with Quest4theTruth, saying the Marinos killed their father because he didn’t want to pay for their protection.

Several other commenters beg anyone for proof so police and federal agencies can get rid of the mafia families for good.

Another comment leads me to a separate post dedicated only to Arturo Marino and the crimes his family has committed.

I gasp and my mouth falls open as I read the comments. Some people have included dates the alleged crimes were committed.

The most recent one was just a few weeks ago. Quest4theTruth alleges the Marinos shot and murdered Jax Rossi, the heir to the Rossi mafia family, but neither family has confirmed or denied the allegations.

“Wow.” I mumble to myself. That crime in itself would be enough to start a war, wouldn’t it?

Will the Marinos murder me? Would Spencer even try to stop them?

If I spy on them and gather intel for the detective, there’s no way Arturo would let me live, or at the minimum, let me get away with selling drugs for him.

Plus, Spencer was really pissed…and hurt. I can’t blame him, though. He must feel like I betrayed him.

Picking up my phone, I dial the detective’s number.

He answers after the second ring. “Detective Jacob Carter.”

“Uh, hi. This is Savannah Whitlock.”

“Ah, Miss Whitlock. How can I help you?” His voice is strained slightly, as if he’s on the edge of his seat hoping I have information on the Marinos.

Sighing, I say, “I can’t do this. I can’t work on my fashion designs, maintain a relationship, and spy on the Marinos. If you want answers, you’ll have to ask them yourself.”

I don’t have a relationship to maintain anymore, but I’m hoping that changes.

“Don’t think of it as spying on them. Think of it as listening to conversations and potentially eavesdropping. You are already in with them, so it’s not like you are digging through their desks.”

“I’m not in with them anymore. I’ve been blacklisted. Hell, my relationship is practically non-existent. I’m sorry, but I can’t help you.”

Detective Jacob Carter tries to get me to change my mind, but I’m not budging. If I want Spencer back, and I do, I can’t associate myself with the police or the FBI.

I apologize once again before saying goodbye and ending the call. I immediately call Spencer.

The phone rings and rings before going to his voicemail. I end the call before I hear Spencer’s voice.

It’s no surprise that he doesn’t answer.

I hit the redial button. Once again, the phone rings and rings before his voicemail picks up.

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