Page 157 of Inferno

“Uh. Yea? She’s the woman who set me up in Italy.”

“Interesting. Five years ago?”

I nod.

He turns my screen around to face me. I’m not even going to question the fact he’s hacked me.

“The name she gave you. You heard of that family?” he asks as I stare at a guy's mug shot on the screen.

He looks fucking evil. About my age, maybe older.

Enzo points to the screen.

“This right here is Mr. Vlad Kovalyov. One below the leader of the Kovalyov family. They’re going for a Russian takeover. Well, he is, potentially against his family's wishes.”

I scratch my head.

“And you invited him?” I ask. Enzo nods, his blue eyes burning into me.

“There is a lot I want to learn about that family.”

A silent message I’m not getting. My head is spinning.

And then my heart fucking stops.

“He entered his?—“

I can’t finish the sentence.

“Wife. Declan. Charlotte is his wife.”

I smash my fist against the wall beside me.

Wife.

She was never fucking mine.

“Did you know it was her?” I shout, heading straight for the drinks cabinet. I don’t even bother with a glass, I just down it from the bottle.

“No. I wasn’t sure who they would send here. Like I said, I’m figuring them out. I thought it would be a different ghost that ended up here.” The disappointment in his voice is clear.

“Who?”

He shakes his head.

“It doesn’t matter. We have Charlotte. She might have the answers we need.”

I motion to the door.

“Have at it. Ask what you want. Take her.” I dismiss him, returning to my whiskey.

He stands and laughs.

“She broke your heart, didn’t she?”

I scoff as he approaches, swiping the bottle from my hands.

“It was one night. How could that break my heart?” I ask, looking up at him.

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