Page 96 of Craving Danger

Renzo drops down on one of the couches, then mutters, “Damiano’s in Sicily.”

A frown forms on my forehead. “When did he leave?”

Renzo lets out a chuckle. “Brother, you were at the poker game last week. How do you not remember Damiano left right after?”

“Fuck,” I mutter. “I’m a little preoccupied.”

“I bet you are. Between your PA and the fucking Slovak mafia, your plate is full.

Dario’s eyebrows lift. “PA? Has she finally left your ass?” There’s a flash of shock on his face. “If you fired her, give me her number so I can offer her a job.”

I level my friend with a dark glare. “No, she hasn’t left me. Stay away from her. She’s mine.”

Dario sees the grin widening on Renzo’s face, then asks, “Your PA or your woman?”

“Both.”

A burst of laughter escapes Dario, and he slaps his thigh. “Finally! I was really starting to think you bat for the home team.”

“The fuck?” I mutter.

He wags his eyebrows at me. “I’ve seen you checking out my ass.”

“The fuck?” I repeat as I imagine strangling his neck.

“Hey, no judgment,” Dario chuckles.

I shake my head at him. “Do you have a sudden death wish?”

“I like flirting with danger,” he taunts me.

I shake my head again, and rising to my feet, I down the last of my whiskey before saying, “I’m leaving before the La Rosa family has to find a new head.”

As I walk to the private elevator, I hold up my middle finger to Dario, who gives me a bark of laughter.

When the doors begin to shut, I hear Renzo say, “One of these days, he’s going to shoot you.”

“Not if he shoots you first,” Dario chuckles.

I let out a sigh as the elevator takes me to the underground parking, and stepping out, I see Milo having a cigarette while Marcello keeps glancing around the area.

We’re all fucking tense since the attack.

As I reach them, I say, “Dario found out Ivan Vargo is in New York. He was last seen in Hell’s Kitchen. Get the men to search the area from top to bottom.”

“On it,” Marcello replies.

We all pile into the G-Wagon, and as we leaving the underground parking, I pull both my phones from my pocket.

There are no messages from Samantha, which has my worry growing. I know she has to process everything, but what if she can’t forgive me?

What if she tells me to go to hell?

My jaw clenches, and I shake my head because it’s not an option.

I don’t care what I have to do to keep her. There’s no way I’m letting her go.

Chapter 31

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