Page 15 of The Woman with the Wallet

No.

Dammit.

Not my closet.

Granted, there was a lot of shit in there. But it wouldn’t take him long to find the wallet with how hard he was tearing through things.

I rolled over, got to my feet, and bent forward, raising my arms and slamming them down.

Once.

Twice.

Nothing.

But the third time was the charm, making my arms fly apart toward my sides as the plastic snapped.

I was reaching up to pull down my gag when I watched in horror as he lifted the shoe, reached into the toe, and came back with the wallet.

No.

But even as I thought it, he unzipped the coin compartment and saw the diamonds inside.

He made a snorting sound, a smile tugging at his lips. Then he was tucking it into his pocket and standing.

I didn’t stop to think, didn’t spend a second trying to get to a weapon.

I just flew at him, sending him stumbling forward on his path around my bed and toward the door to the hall.

But he was done with me and my fighting.

He grabbed me, turned me, and slammed me face-first against the wall. His hand went to the back of my neck. Then he yanked my head back hard.

“Nothing personal,” he said, then slammed me forward.

And everything went black.

CHAPTER FIVE

Miko

God, I was fucked.

Not with Cosimo or the boss, Lorenzo Costa. Since they had no idea I’d been working on a job for literally months in an attempt to gain more of their favor again.

But fucked regardless.

Because I was out a shitload of money.

And the only clue I had was some random, hot pickpocket I’d been too busy eye-fucking to notice she’d seen me as a mark.

“What’s the matter with you?” Cosimo asked as I sat in his apartment, running my hands over my face.

“Nothing,” I lied.

I wasn’t in the habit of lying to Cosimo. But, hell, I was already trying to repair my reputation after the fiasco with my little brother. I didn’t need him to know I’d fucked up again.

Besides, it wasn’t over.

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