Page 15 of The Fall of a Promise

“Same old, same old.” She shrugs.

“That asshole giving you a hard time again? I can kill him.”

“We can’t just kill everyone we disagree with, Nico.” She smiles.

“Says who?” I ask, kissing her temple, unable to resist.

She smells so fucking good.

“Ugh, gross. Get a room!” Dom yells as he heads straight for the lined-up weapons.

“Grow up, Dom!” Anya yells back. Her smile falters when she sees one of her guys walking our way.

“Jimmy, what is it?” she asks, eyebrows pinching.

He stops short before bowing and glances around the table. Dom is making his way back over out of my peripheral.

“You may speak freely, Jimmy,” she says.

“It’s just that... someone’s contacted me for a job,” he answers nervously and glances at me.

That has my hackles rising. This isn’t anything new. Jimmy is one of the best and last contract killers for the Triad. He is good, discreet, and makes the Triad a lot of money.

When no one speaks, he continues, “It’s for your husband, ma’am.”

ANYA

“Can you repeat that?” I ask Jimmy. It feels as if my throat is starting to close up.

He shifts before clearing his throat, which is unusual for the man. Very few things affected this man.

“The contract is to take out Nico,” he clarifies.

Without another word, Nico reaches into his bag and fires up his laptop.

“Give me your phone,” Nico commands as Jimmy pulls the device out of his pocket and hooks it up to the device in seconds.

It’s a specialized burner he switches out between each contract. The only way to even put out a contract is if you have a good enough hacker to know where to look.

As the screen loads, Cesare is the first to break the silence.

“How much is the contract offering?”

“A hundred million,” Nico answers without looking up from the screen.

A chorus of curses erupts.

Contracts can range anywhere from ten to forty million but never that high.

“Damn, evenIdon’t want Nico dead that badly,” Dom chimes, earning a glare from my husband and me.

“The question is why?” Donna follows, eyes wide.

There really couldn’t be another reason.

“Because of me,” I finally say.

“If this was about the Cosa Nostra, they would’ve gone for Bash.” Nico nods, eyes on his screen, typing quickly.

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