Page 31 of Sweet Sin

“Only the one, but just because I saw him waiting tables at a local Italian place.”

Shit. I have to call Jordan next.

“All right. I’m going to get in touch with your grandfather right away. This won’t be tolerated, Savannah.”

“Just don’t hurt anyone.”

He sighs. “You know I can’t make that promise.”

“Yeah, but you can’t blame me for trying.”

“I think you should come home, Sav,” he says.

I knew that was coming.

It would be so easy for me to go running home to Daddy. I did it before, the only other time something like this happened.

It was Miles himself that time, and he didn’t have a gun.

What’s different about this time?

Why does he care?

Or…was it even Miles or the McAllisters?

Does my grandfather have other enemies?

What a dumbass question. Of course he does. He’s a fucking mob boss.

“I can’t,” I say. “You know that’s not the answer.”

“Your mother and I understand how you’re feeling. I got into this of my own volition, but your mother—and you—were born into it. I’m sorry for that, Savannah. We’ve already lost so much.”

He’s thinking about my two brothers.

Vincent Junior, who left the country ten years ago and is living under an alias somewhere to avoid the family’s wrath.

And Michael.

Michael, who was killed by rival gunfire.

To prove some kind of ridiculous point.

They say it’s not personal. It’s business.

But when you kill a young man, how can that not be personal?

Michael did what Grandpa asked of him. He married Elizabeth McAllister, Miles’s cousin. He wasn’t in love with her, nor she with him.

And he still ended up as a casualty.

“I miss Vinny and Mike,” I say softly.

“We all do, Sav,” Dad says. “And I will not allow you to end up like the two of them.”

“At least Vinny’s alive,” I say.

“As far as we know. We don’t even know what country he’s in.”

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