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I know exactly what I'm doing.
If I move against Marco and fail, there will be no convenient arrangement to save me.
I stand, dropping cash for my barely-touched meal. "I need to go."
"Take my card. When you realize I'm right, call me.”
I take the card reflexively, tucking it into my purse.
Not because I intend to use it but because I may need a contingency plan.
If I fail in my effort, I can get all I’ve learned to Agent Blackwood, who can finish what I’ve started… the total destruction of Marco Calabresi.
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MARCO
I slam the car door and stalk up the steps to Antonio's home, fury coursing through my veins.
The call from my street captain still echoes in my mind. "Boss, thought you should know that Miss Monti was having lunch with a Fed yesterday. Tall guy, expensive suit. She took his card."
“And I’m only hearing about it now!”
“Uh… well… it took until today to make him.”
I wanted to fucking kill him.
Where was Roman and why wasn’t he on this?
Then I remembered I’d told him I’d deal with Gabriella.
This is what I get for not putting Roman on her and letting someone else follow her around.
I guess I wasn’t surprised to learn the Fed was Blackwood.
After all, last year, he’d been feeding Isabella information that implicated me in her mother’s murder.
Turned out the killer was someone who worked for me, but thank fuck, Leo and Isabella knew it hadn’t been from my order.
After that, Blackwood seemed to fade away.
Until now.
Fuck.
Antonio's security recognizes me immediately, stepping aside without question.
I find Antonio in his study, papers spread across his desk.
When he glances up, he looks at me in confusion. "Marco? I wasn't expecting you."
“I wasn’t planning on coming.” I feel a little bad that I’ve made him think he’s forgotten a meeting considering how much else he forgets these days. “Your daughter is meeting with the Feds.”
Antonio's face hardens. "That's a serious accusation."
"It's not an accusation. It's a fact. One of my men saw her with that fucker Agent Blackwood yesterday." I plant my hands on his desk. "The same Blackwood who was talking to Leo’s daughter." This Blackwood seems to think Mafia daughters are the inroad to bringing us down.
Antonio sighs, rubbing his temple. "Perhaps there's an explanation."
