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“Oh you mean because you’re a little whore that is sleeping with him? I know I told you to make him trust you, Ms. Vitale, but that low even for me.”

I think I’m going to puke. “How do you know about that?”

I try to think of maybe someone seeing us together, but I wouldn’t be able to pick out Gallo’s men out of a crowd.

He lets out a chuckle that sounds more from an evil villain than a guy that runs his business out of the back of a laundry man.

“I have my ways. Just like I have my ways of getting a picture of Rosetti leaving your father’s house the day he was killed. It’s happening, Ms. Vitale. You can send me the money once it's done.”

The call goes silent.

Bile starts to run up my throat, and I run to the trash can that I have next to my bed and throw it up.

Dante was at my father's house. There’s a picture of him. He did it, he really did it.

My heart is pounding so hard in my chest, that I feel like I’m going to faint again.

Gallo’s call was cryptic; he didn't say what he was going to do, all he said was that it was happening.

What was happening? And when?

Tonight? Tomorrow? Next week?

I don’t know but I know I will never be prepared for it.

Knowing that Dante is probably seconds away from coming to look for me, I stash the burner phone back in its place and situate myself as best I can.

Looking quickly in the mirror to make sure that I don’t have any throw up on me, and take a few deep breaths.

Tonight.

I’m going to take tonight and have one last glorious night with Dante. I will have one last night with him and tomorrow I will worry about Gallo and what he is going to do.

Just one more night with the man I love.

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She hasn’t said a word this whole car ride into the city.

I thought that the car ride would be filled with the same teasing she was bringing out in the bedroom. But the most she has let me do is hold her hand as she looks out the window.

If I had my way, her pointy heel would be digging into my dick like it was as I was strapping on her shoes, and I would be finishing up what I started.

But instead, we are sitting in silence.

I would much rather hear Lorenzo talk about how much of a pussy I am for not working with the Muertos cartel a lot sooner.

“Everything okay?” I break the silence streak, bringing her hand up to my lips and placing a small kiss on her knuckles.

Arianna turns to face me, giving me a small smile. “Yeah, everything is great.”

“Then what’s with the silence?” I probe, squeezing her hand.

She lets out a sigh. “I’m just nervous about tonight, that’s all.”

“What is there to be nervous about?” Is she worried about leaving the kids? Since we’ve been together, we’ve left them a few times but never overnight.

I figured that since there might be some drinking, it would be better for us to stay in the city and go back home tomorrow morning.

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