Page 129 of Tangled in Vows

I pause. “Let me get this straight. You have an online form that people can fill out to hire you for a job?”

It’s more of a rhetorical question than anything, but this fucker actually nods proudly and says, “Yeah. Cool, right? I’m going with the times. Everything’s online now.”

Wow. He’s even more dense than I thought.

Zeno lets out a growling noise, and I’m sure he’s just as baffled by this guy’s stupidity as I am.

Archer glares at the smiling man still beneath me. “I need the entire exchange and whatever info you have on the guy who hired you.”

Marco points a meaty finger at me. “Get him off me, and I’ll give you what you need.”

Reluctantly, I climb off him and watch him scramble to stand. He waves over one of his guys, and after Archer tells him where to send the info, the other guy whips out his phone and types away. Murder inquiries on the phone. Priceless.

Archer gets his phone out and nods to me once he receives the data.

I turn to Zeno, who walks away from the crowd with us so we can’t be overheard.

Zeno studies me. “I assume this was about your wife?”

“Yeah.”

He rubs a hand over his face. “And you’re sure you got everything from him? We’re going to have to take care of him.”

Archer raises a brow. “Make sure you get his entire system taken care of and all of his data. I can look through it to help if you need me to. Who knows what shit this guy has been up to.”

Zeno exhales harshly. “Nothing good. I’ll get on that and will have our guys contact you. Matteo regrets ever giving Marco a chance. We should have taken care of him last time.”

Matteo is Zeno’s best friend and the head of the New York Italian Mafia. I’ve never met him personally, but I’ve heard through the grapevine he’s brutal but fair. I guess that sometimes bites you in the ass, like in this situation.

Zeno turns toward his men. “Keep him here. I’ll walk them out.”

They all tip their head at him, and as one, we turn toward the door. We haven’t made it a step before Marco’s shrill voice reaches us.

“I want to negotiate.”

Zeno groans, but we all stop to wait for what Marco has to say.

The man in question looks at us expectantly. “Well?”

“Tell us.” Zeno’s reply is clipped, his patience thin to nonexistent.

Marco’s wrangles with his hands. “I want to have some reassurance first from you.”

Zeno moves toward Marco, who immediately throws up his hands. What a pussy.

“Fine, fine. The job for Olivia wasn’t the first or only job that person sent. There were smaller ones before, as well as another pending inquiry.”

The hackles rise on my neck, a million questions rising to the front of my mind.

But Zeno beats me to it. “What’s the open one for?”

“A hit.”

“On who?” Zeno’s voice is so low I almost flinch.

Marco can’t stop his reaction, his gaze nervously flicking between us as he says, “Holden Donahue.”

Zeno pulls a gun from the back of his waistband and aims it straight at Marco’s head. “I swear to God if I have to drag out one more word.”

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