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I looked at my new twin guards. “Umm. . .”
Together in one movement, the twins turned my way and held neutral expressions. It was their first night working for Gianni in such a high position so I wouldn’t put them in a tough position.
“Never mind.” Slowly, I turned to the other men and crossed my arms over my chest. “Where is Gianni?”
The guards exchanged glances and didn’t speak.
My annoyance flared.
Alright. How are we going to play this?
I steadied my voice. “Where is Don Fortunato?”
Only silence came.
Obviously, I didn’t want to get them in trouble, but I also wanted my question answered.
Remember. You’re not some nobody. You are important in this world.
I took a step closer and narrowed my eyes. “Iam the Don’swife.”
One shifted his weight to the other foot.
I tilted my head to the side. “Are you ignoring his wife’s question? Hisqueen?”
That got their attention.
Gianni’s men glanced at each other, clearly uncertain with how to respond. I could see the tension in their shoulders, theway their hands twitched as if they wanted to reach for their weapons but didn’t dare.
It was almost amusing, really—these hardened killers, cowed by a woman in a silk robe.
One of them, a tall man with a scar running down the side of his face, finally spoke up. “Ma’am, we’re under strict orders—”
“To do what?” I cut him off. “To keep me in the dark? To stand there like statues while my husband runs off to do God knows what?”
I scowled at them. “Tell me where he is. Now.”
One blinked.
Okay, girl. Maybe calm it down.
The man hesitated, his gaze flicking to the twin guards for a moment before settling back on me.
Then, with a resigned sigh, he pointed to the door at the end of the hall, just a few steps away. “He’s in the room next door.”
“Thank you. I’ll make sure that you don’t get in trouble for telling me.” I sighed. “I’ll say I guessed.”
He widened his eyes.
Then, I stared at the door that he had pointed at, and a dozen questions swirled in my head.
What could possibly be so important in that room that Gianni had to rush off in the middle of the night to go in there?
A cold knot of worry formed in my stomach, twisting and twisting.
Alright. You wanted answers so. . .go see what is in the damned room.
I wasn’t going to stand here and speculate—I was going to find out for myself.
