Page 48 of The Don's Forbidden Obsession

I knew they existed.

How else would the mafia have been able to continue their antics over the years?

I wasn’t stupid.

I couldn't shake the feeling that this was bigger than I had initially thought, and I had quite literally just stumbled into bed with something far more dangerous than I had anticipated.

“You’re going down a rabbit hole,” Davis said behind me, a tinge of humor in his tone.

My head snapped around quickly. “What?”

“I can see the wheels grinding in your head,” he laughed. “You do that sometimes when you’re making weird connections. But sometimes, keep in mind, your head plays tricks on you.”

I sighed deeply.

Maybe he was right.

Maybe I was making assumptions.

It’s perfectly reasonable for all of this to be a huge coincidence, but something inside of me wouldn’t let it go.

Ding.

An alert chimed on my phone.

A sigh of relief escaped me when I read that it was from my dad.

“Yeah, honey. Worked really late and crashed with a friend. Just woke up. Sorry I didn’t call. See you tonight?”

Thank God.

At least one thing was checked off my list of worries.

One thing down. How many to go?

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LUCA

Enzo’s wordshit me like a ton of bricks. He heard back from his IT friend not four hours later.

“She’s a cop,” he said. The world around me immediately began to spin.

My stomach dropped.

Color drained from my face.

I felt like I was going to be fucking sick.

“It’s worse," he continued, his voice heavy with concern. I stared at him for a moment. What the hell did he mean by that? What could be worse?

“She ain’t just a cop, Boss.”

“What else?” My voice was trembling now with anger. My fists balled. My jaw clenched.

“Annabelle,” he sighed. “Her last name is Betrami.”

The world around me seemed to fade into the background as those words sank in.

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