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“Her tits?” The question echoes around the warehouse like an announcement over a bullhorn. They’re all looking as I cross my arms across my chest.
“Big, gorgeous knockers, boss.”
I’m too frightened to be embarrassed.
“And you work for Ciro Ciglioni?”
“Yes.”
“Affirmative, boss.”
He jerks his head away from the phone and winces. Like he was on the receiving end of a verbal punch.
“Tell him I keep the books. I’m not part of Ciro’s drug deals or money problems, or whatever he’s done. I was only staying on through the summer…” My lips part, words forgotten, as Scarface produces a gun.
Then he shoots.
The kid drops to the floor next to me.
“You killed him?” I cry out, scrambling to put distance between us.
Scarface stalks toward me, and then grabs for me.
I sidestep. Except there’s no escape. Fate’s wrung me through her wringer until there’s nothing left to bleed dry.
His hand clamps on my elbow. “Whatever you do…” He raises his pistol. “…don’t fucking die on me.”
His weapon comes barreling down.
Sharp pain.
Before everything fades to black.
CHAPTER 7
RILEY
I’m hot,and tired.
So tired.
My brain’s foggy, my eyelids heavy. The conversation going on around me cuts through at random.
“She’s waking up.”
“The dosage was too small.”
“He said to inject the bare minimum.”
“Give her another shot, or she’ll wake up.”
My head rolls back as I struggle to do so.
“Porca miseria! She dies, and we die. Look what happened to the kid.”
“Give me that.” There’s a prick in my neck. “Buckle her seat belt. He’s boarding right now.”
“Wheeere…” I murmur, but the words don’t form.
