Page 87 of Dark Truths

“Move or I will make you move,” Michael continues.

“You can try,” she says.

I reach for Gabriella and Michael cocks his gun back. “Don’t you fucking touch her.”

“Don’t tell him what to do,” Gabriella snaps at him.

“Gabriella,” I cautiously utter her name, my gaze fixed on the guns trained on us. “Please.”

“No, if I move, they could shoot you.”

“Not could,” Michael cuts in. “Will.”

“Dante, do something.” I hear Alice beg her husband.

The Italian boss stares in our direction, his face devoid of any emotion. His gun is drawn, and though it’s not pointed at me, anything can change in the blink of an eye.

Gabriella looks at her father. “Dad, please. Just let him explain.”

I’ve been trained to read facial expressions, the subtle clues a person’s face can make without even realizing it, giving away their true intentions. But Dante DiAngelo has always been a tough face to understand. Even now, even before he knew the truth about me. Now, he’s downright impossible to read.

“What? No! Did you not just hear him?” Michael exclaims. “He’s a fucking FBI agent! What else is there to explain?”

“He’s also your brother-in-law,” Gabriella reminds him, which nearly makes the irate man pull the trigger if she wasn’t standing in front of him.

“What the hell were you thinking, Gabriella?” Raphael asks in an imploring voice. I watch his hand lower a fraction, suggesting once again to me that he might be the more level-headed of the twins.

“I was thinking that it didn’t matter,” she answers, her voice shaking a hair. “Because I love him. For who he is now, not who he was.”

My head snaps to her. It’s the first time she’s spoken those words out loud. I knew she loved me, but to hear the words is something else entirely. Like it’s a validation of my love for her to know she feels the same.

“Who he was?” Enzo repeats. He’s the only other man not wielding his weapon in the room. “What does that mean? Is he an FBI agent or not?”

“I still am, but not for long.”

“You don’t just leave the FBI,” Enzo snorts at my vague answer.

I ignore his valid point because there’s no use arguing when he’s right. Leaving the FBI will not be as simple as giving in my two weeks’ notice and saying see ya, nor will it be as easy as that.

“So, do you have an exit plan?” Enzo continues when I stay quiet.

I frown. “I’m working on it.”

“Un-fucking-believable,” Michael curses, brandishing his gun in too erratic of a manner for me.

I reach for Gabriella at the same time as Dante barks, “Put your guns away, you idiot boys, before you kill your sister or someone else.”

Michael turns to his dad. “Are you serious?”

“Put them away. Now.”

It’s a comedic sight, watching two grown men listen to their father and sheepishly tuck away their guns, like a pair of scolded children. But if I laugh, they’ll surely fire and Gabriella is still too close for comfort.

Only when her brothers sit back down does she slowly do the same with a nervousness I feel seep deep into my bones when I take her hand once again.

“I’m going to go check on the children,” Alice announces before she gestures to Rose and Lily. “Would you two like to join me?”

“Do you think that’s wise, Alice?” Rose questions, shooting her fiancé a wary look, like she can’t trust him to behave. And she’s right not to. The guy has an anger problem with an itchy trigger finger. When combined, they don’t make for a very clear head.He’d sooner shoot and then ask questions while you die choking on your own blood.

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