Page 122 of Sweet Sin

He hasn’t changed after all.

In his own way, he sold his soul to the devil just as I did.

I enter Giancarlo’s room, followed by Leif.

“Wake up, asshole,” I say, making sure his call button to the nurses is well out of his reach.

He opens his eyes.

“You going to tell us where they took her?” Leif asks.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His voice is still hoarse as he moves his gaze to Leif. “Who the fuck are you, anyway?”

“He’s with me.”

“Why should I tell either of you anything?”

“Because,” Leif says, pulling his pistol out of his ankle holster with amazing speed, “if you don’t, I’m going to finish what Savannah started.”

His eyes go wide. And the monitors go insane.

“Ease that up,” I say to him. “Take a few deep breaths, and ease off the panic, asshole. Because if anyone comes in here, your life is over.”

Just as I suspected, he’s able to bring his breathing and heart rate down to normal.

Of course he is.

He’s a fucking iceman. Hired guns always are.

They have to be.

“We’re going to have a little chat,” Leif says. “My pal here wants to know where his woman is.”

“His woman who tried to kill me?”

“You really want to go there?” I shake my head. “The two of you trespassed on my property, threatened to kidnap her. She was defending herself and defending me. You know that as well as I do. That ship has left the harbor, you prick. You’re going to level with us. You’re going to refer to her as Savannah or Ms. Gallo. If you mention her trying to kill you again, Leif will finish the job in the next minute.”

That quiets him down a little.

But then, “You don’t have the fucking balls.”

I suck in a breath, grit my teeth. “You saw me kill your buddy. And Leif here? He’s an ex-Navy SEAL. He doesn’t even need his piece to end your life.”

“But I—”

“Shut up,” Leif says. “No buts, no ifs, no ors. Where is Savannah Gallo?”

“I don’t know.”

“Think again.” Leif cocks his trigger.

Giancarlo’s eyes go wide. “I mean I really don’t know. He took her.”

Anger grips me. “He?”

“My boss. Miles McAllister.”

The pecking at my neck is now clawing, talons sinking into me.

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