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I spot Joseph in the background. His expression is hardened, like he’d rather be anywhere but there. Maybe work is getting to him.
They did just blow up Giuseppe Rossi’s house, and I’m sure the police are breathing down their necks. I’m honestly surprised no one has been arrested. Francesca thinks it’s because Rossi is nowhere to be found and only he can press charges.
I just hope they were careful and covered their tracks because if the video footage is leaked, it could ruin their hockey careers.
Grabbing the television remote, I turn on the game just in time to watch the referee drop the puck and the game begin.
I watched the Sharks’ last home game and silently cheered Joseph and the guys on. They played so well together, and the team dominated. Joseph got a hat trick, which made me want to congratulate him.
It was his first hat trick, after all, but I’m not ready to forgive and forget. We need to have a sit down and talk through everything first. Then, I might be willing to accept his apology and gifts.
A knock sounds on my door. Looking through the peephole, I see Francesca and Savannah holding up several bags of takeout from my favorite Chinese restaurant.
I open the door and eye the food. “Now you’re speaking my language. Come in.”
Savannah bounds through the door first. “We thought we would keep you company during the guys’ game today.”
“And you brought me food. How could I say no to that?”
Francesca walks past me. “You don’t, unless you want both of us to be sad and think you hate us. You know how we women tend to overthink.”
She places the bag of food on the coffee table and fake pouts, making me laugh.
“Oh good. You already have the game on.” She plops down on my couch and turns the volume up on the television so we can hear the referee give Rhett a penalty for interference.
I head to the kitchen and grab three plates, forks, and spoons before returning to the living room.
Once the food is laid out and our plates are full, I say. “I think we need to talk.”
Savannah sits on the couch next to me. “Uh-oh. When a woman says that, it’s usually not a good thing.”
“I’m not breaking up with anyone. It’s not about us. Well, not directly.”
Francesca places her plate on the table. “I have a feeling I’m not going to like what is about to be said.”
“It’s not bad.”
Both women raise their eyebrows at me.
“It’s not! I swear!” I chuckle before spitting out the news. “Emily is a mole. She’s working for Giuseppe Rossi. She must be close to them because she walked into my room unescorted. She even brought me food twice.”
Francesca barks out, “Twice? That’s all you were fed when they had you locked up there? We will deal with her later because I’m pretty sure she’s been working for the Reapers as well.”
I frown. “So she’s like a double agent? Or a triple agent? She worked for Arturo, Giuseppe, and the Reapers? How did she pull that off? Who was she really working for and who was she screwing over?”
Savannah nods. “If she’s working for Rossi, then she definitely is a double agent. I can confirm she’s double dipping in with the Reapers because I saw Emily at the Reaper party.”
“What Reaper party?”
At my confused look, she clarifies. “The Reapers hosted a party and me and Francesca crashed it and pretended to be waitresses. Emily was really cozy with the Reapers. If she wasn’t really working for them, then she fooled them and me.”
I blow out my breath. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Emily’s dead. Gage shot her when he came to save me.”
Francesca chuckles. “Good, because we have more pressing matters to worry about right now.”
Savannah and I glance at each other and say, “We do?”
Francesca grins. “I want to be godmother to your baby no matter what happens with you and Joey, and I want to throw you a baby shower. Every expectant mother and her baby should feel cherished and loved.”