Page 72 of Craving Danger

Renzo shrugs his jacket off and unhooks the chest holster that holds his two Colts. When Marcello returns with the vest, he puts it on and tucks his weapons into the slots.

When everyone’s ready, we pile into the G-Wagon, and with Milo behind the steering wheel, we head to the truckyard.

The drive is tense, and we all keep our eyes peeled for anything suspicious.

“Are you changing the routes?” Renzo asks.

“Yeah. Marcello already took care of it,” I answer while turning my attention to my friend.

“Good.” His eyes meet mine. “I’ve arranged a small army to guard you and your men at the funeral. Just let us know when it is.”

“Thanks, brother.”

Milo’s voice is somber as he says, “It’s Monday at eleven a.m.”

Renzo nods before glancing out the window again. Before silence can settle around us, he asks, “So, what’s going on between you and your PA.”

“We’re dating…kind of,” I mutter. When Renzo’s eyes flick to me, I add, “I wear my uniform from Paradiso, so she doesn’t know who I am.”

“What the fuck?” A frown forms on his forehead. “It feels like you’re leaving out a huge fucking chunk of the story.”

I let out a sigh and mutter, “She came to the club because she’s trying to deal with something that happened to her. One of the men she was paired up with fucked up, and I took over. It’s been a month, and we’ve grown close since.”

“So she thinks her boss and her partner atParadisoare two different men?” He chuckles while shaking his head. “Brother, that’s some fucked up shit.”

I let out a sigh. “Trust me, I know.”

“How the hell are you going to explain this to her? I’m pretty sure the woman hates you.” He glances at Marcello and Milo. “Right, guys?”

“Yep,” Milo mumbles.

“I’m hoping she’ll fall in love with me and forgive me for deceiving her.”

Renzo lets out a bark of laughter and almost wets himself next to me. When he catches his breath, he says, “Good luck with that.”

Milo stops the G-Wagon near the warehouse, and as I climb out, my eyes scan over the fleet of trucks.

Everything seems to be in order, and heading into the warehouse, it’s to find my men hard at work. They’re filling mattresses with counterfeit banknotes before wrapping the mattresses so they look brand new.

I walk over to the piles of counterfeit notes and check a couple while Marcello talks to the drivers, making sure they know which routes to take.

“The new printers are better than the old ones,” Renzo comments.

“Yeah,” I agree. “It’s almost impossible to tell the difference between these notes and the real thing.”

When the men start to load the shipment into the trucks, I head outside, and crossing my arms over my chest, I watch as they fill the trailers with mattresses.

Renzo takes up position next to me and asks, “What are you going to do if Samantha freaks out when she learns you’re both men?”

“I’ll kidnap her and keep her until she forgives me,” I mutter.

I feel Renzo’s eyes on me. “I can’t tell if you're joking.”

I meet his gaze. “I’m serious.”

His eyebrows lift. “I can’t see how that will help your case. If anything, it will terrify the shit out of her.”

I know he’s right, but what else can I do, besides letting her go?

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