Page 70 of Inferno

“Will he actually get arrested? Like, go to prison?”

“He’s part of the mafia. Even if he doesn’t run, he will get out, especially if he’s linked to Enzo. We just gotta hope he doesn’t come after us with those connections.”

“Won’t Vlad go after him? The mark?”

He groans.

“Don’t ever catch feelings from a one-night stand. And no. Not if we make clear he is dealing with Enzo. He’s wary of Enzo. He won’t start a war he can’t win yet. We just have to stick with our story without the evidence and hope Vlad falls for it.”

I let out a shaky breath.

“I don’t give a fuck about him. I am here to protect you and your father, and myself in some respects. It will be fine. Your mark killed Misha. I’ll arrange a clean-up. Now go. Do your job. We can discuss your behavior when you get home.”

“I’m sorry.”

I hate letting him down. I look down at Misha’s dead body and feel no remorse. In fact, I want to get my tattoo gun and draw his flower on me now.

“I appreciate you telling the truth. I’ll arrange your jet. Keep the phone close for details and call me when the knife is planted.”

He clicks the call off. I swipe the laptop up, ready to delete all traces of Jimmy from the laptop and dump it.

It’s the least I can do for the shit storm my actions are about to cause.

Chapter 23

DECLAN

As the elevator to my penthouse opens, I sigh. It still smells of her in here. She’s everywhere. I’m half tempted to ask Enzo to find her once we get this deal through.

Shit. I’ve gotta call Dad back.

I take a step out and my foot slides. Without thinking, I look down and see a slither of silver. I blink a few times, bending down and picking it up, and my heart stops.

Blood and a knife.

In my fucking penthouse.

Silently, I take out my phone from my pocket and dial Finn, resting it on my shoulder as I pace the penthouse.

“Dec?”

“You didn’t butcher someone and drop the knife in my place, did you?”

“No.”

I push open the balcony doors, nothing.

“Pack your shit. We gotta get out of here.”

“Heard.”

“Meet me at reception in ten minutes. I have a call to make.”

Going to the kitchen, I grab the bleach and a cloth. Using my phone for Enzo, I hit call and pray he answers.

“Hello?”

“I need a favor.”

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