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Even when she’s doing nothing at all.
She glances up as I step in. “Hey.”
“You eat yet?” I ask, heading straight for her.
She shakes her head. “Was about to grab something.”
“Good. Don’t.” I hold up the bag. “I brought food from La Serenata.”
Her face lights up, that smile soft and easy, and for a second, everything in me settles.
I set the bag down on the dresser and move to her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before lowering beside her on the bed.
“There’s something we need to talk about,” I say.
She shifts slightly, her smile fading just enough to tell me she knows it’s not good.
“Gio’s missing.”
Her body stills.
“We’re almost certain now. He’s the mole.”
She swallows, eyes flicking to mine.
“You’re getting more security if you go out,” I add. “Three more men, minimum.”
She arches a brow. “You say three more, so… six. Got it.”
I smirk. She’s not wrong.
But then her expression changes. She looks… conflicted. Like something’s been pressing on her chest.
“What is it?” I ask, voice low. “You nervous?”
She hesitates. “No. I just… feel bad.”
My stomach tightens. “Why?”
“For not telling you sooner,” she says. “About Gio. He’s always made me uncomfortable.”
My jaw clenches.
“And… he’s the one who told me you slept with Clara.”
My blood turns to ice.
“He’s the one who told you that?”
She nods, wincing a little. “I didn’t want to believe him. But… I was kind of in the middle of hating you then.”
Her voice is sheepish, that little smile like a kid caught red-handed.
I don’t smile back.
Not yet.
Because my blood is still fucking boiling.
