Page 95 of Craving Danger

“Okay.”

I end the call and stare at the window Mr. Vitale always climbed through when he came over.

‘Don’t touch her.’

His words echo through me, and then I remember how he managed to calm me down when I had a panic attack at the office.

After the attack, he came to my apartment to comfort me instead of dealing with the mess. He lost a friend that day, but he put me first.

Holy shit.

Lowering my face to my hands, I suck in a deep breath of air.

When he kissed me today, he was one hundred percent himself, and I couldn’t push him away. The moment his lips touched mine, I couldn’t hate him.

He’s right. There’s no denying the connection between us.

Thoughts of Mr. Vitale consume me, and I can’t help but love the man, even though I try not to.

He’s a mafia boss. How do I look past the cold, hard truth that he’s a killer?

God only knows what other shady things he’s involved with.

Even if I forgive him for deceiving me, I can’t date one of the heads of the Cosa Nostra. That’s insane!

Right?

Franco

I left the office right after Samantha to meet with Renzo and Dario at Renzo’s penthouse. The last thing I’m in the mood for is work, but the shit needs to get done.

“How did it go with the shipment?” Renzo asks when he hands me a tumbler of whiskey. “I didn’t hear anything about an ambush, so I assume it reached Castro and Diaz.”

“Yes. Changing the routes worked,” I mutter.

Dario places his laptop on the coffee table, and turns it so I can see the screen.

There’s a photo of a group of men, and one of them is circled in red.

“What am I looking at?” I ask.

“Ivan Varga,” Dario answers. “He’s the head of the Slovak mafia.”

“Great, now I know who to kill.” My eyes flick to Dario. “Whereabouts?”

“He was last spotted in Hell’s Kitchen.”

“So he’s not there anymore?” Renzo asks.

“No, he keeps moving,” Dario mutters before pointing at another man in the photo. “This is Miro Vargo, Ivan’s brother. He’s in Miami. If we grab him, it might bring Ivan out of hiding.”

My eyebrow lifts. “Let’s do that.”

“I have a shipment of arms coming in,” Renzo says. “After I’ve taken care of it, I’m good to go.”

I glance at Dario as he mutters, “I’m pretty much open.”

“I’ll check with Angelo and Damiano,” I say.

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