Page 154 of Tempting Little Thief

I’m literally tossed into the car. The door slammed in my face.

Growling, I dart forward, reaching for the handle, but then it’s thrown open and my sister is tossed in, dressed in nothing but a long shirt that is definitely not hers.

She looks from me to the men surrounding the cars and back. “He’s here, isn’t he? Enzo? This is it? The trade?”

“Trade? Whattrade?”

“The clause in my contract.”

“What clause?”

She hiccups, and my eyes narrow.

“Are you drunk?”

“If only.” Her smile is sloppy and sad.

I shake my head, focusing once more. “Boston, what clause?”

“The one about me being a failure.”

My heart pounds in my chest and she opens her mouth to say more, but movement out the window catches my eye, so I slap my hand over it in perfect time for our father to slip into the vehicle.

He’s shaking, absolutely livid, as he glares from me to my hand over my sister’s mouth, but he doesn’t say a word.

He sits back and glares some more.

“Dad—”

“Don’t. I told you to stay put. You’re being followed. Everywhere you go. Everything you do. You are being followed. I have no idea by who, but they want me to know for a reason.” His frown deepens, and he clenches his jaw.

My brows snap together. “How do you know?”

“They’ve been sending me shots of you, both of you. Images and videos. It’s been going on for a while now. I don’t think they can tell you two apart, and that’s the only reason no move has been made.”

“What?!” I snap, glancing at Boston when she jerks, well on her way to passing out again. “How could you not tell me?!”

“I am telling you now.” He scowls. “I had added security in place all this time, and I’ve told you to behave. You were aware of the risks we were taking here, so I don’t know why you’re surprised.”

“Are you joking?!” My eyes snap toward the driver when he rolls up the privacy window. “You’re telling me someone has been watching me. That’s pretty fucking surprising!”

His eyes narrow at my tone, but he doesn’t comment on it.

“Does Damiano know?”

“He’s being debriefed now.”

“This is messed up.” I shake my head. “You should have warned me.”

“And you would have what … listened?”

I press my lips together, and he lifts a knowing brow.

Huffing, I focus on what’s important. “What do we know and don’t tell me nothing.”

He tips his head slightly, an irritated sigh leaving him. “That’s the problem and exactly what we have. Nothing.” His eyes meet mine. “I can find nothing. I can trace these back to no one.” A fierce form of rage flashes in his gaze. “It’s your mother’s case all over again.”

My inhale is sharp, his words catching me off guard. My mother’s case.

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