Page 77 of Runaway in the Mafia
Was it him?
Who she had been calling then? All these times?
I sank to the nearest chair. The weight of it all made me drop my head to the floor.
“Cazzo.”Sergio’s curse filtered in before the crunch of footsteps on the glass followed it. “Quite an artwork you’ve got going here.”
“You took her home?”
“Where else?”
“You lock—”
“No.”
I growled.
“I’m not going to lock yourfidanzatain her room,cugino. We have enough guards. She can’t run.”
Fiancée.
I liked the sound of it. Wife would be better, though.
“So, we going to clean up your house or do something about this mess?”
“Did you find something?” I pinched my nose to get rid of the ever-present headache thumping behind my forehead.
His black leather shoes came into view. “Maybe.”
My head shot up. He had a cheeky grin on his face that said he had something I wanted. “I told you to find all the shit you can about her, so spit it out.”
“I think I’d like your boat first. The one docked in Saint-Tropez, and I want—”
“Take it.”
Sergio’s eyes doubled in size. “Cazzo,you love that boat.”
“I said take the damn boat. Take the one in Santorini as well.” My gaze darkened with impatience. “What. Did. You. Find. Out.”
He whistled. “No wonder Antonio does our negotiations because you’re shit at it.”
I pushed to my feet and stalked towards him. The chair crashed to the floor behind me.
“Alright, alright.” He held his hands up. “I just used my charms withZia.”
My gaze thinned. “Mamma?”
“No.ZiaMarana. Of course, your Mamma.”
Disbelief lined my face. “She actually told you something?”
“It’s amazing what a bit of charm can do. You should try it sometime.” He shook his head at my thunderous expression. “She gave her full name.”
My breath froze. Was her name even real?
“It’s still Ahana.” He confirmed my silent question.
“Last name?” I croaked out.
