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I sigh.
Are we really doing this right now?
“Nothing is going on.”
“Bullshit. You’ve changed, and you’ve changed overnight. You aren’t cheery anymore. You always look worried. You did a complete one eighty on wanting to be with me. If I had to guess, I’d say there’s another guy.”
“There’s just a lot going on, so of course I’m worried, but this is the last time we can be together. I don’t know what it is about you, but I always get sucked in. I’m always left wanting more than you can offer me. I’ve finally had enough. I need someone stable and caring.”
“You mean someone predictable and boring?”
I shrug. “Probably, but we both know that’s not you.”
My heart aches.
I want him to want me.
I want him to come home to me every night, but even that isn’t a guarantee. Not in this lifestyle.
“You would get bored with a normal guy. You love the excitement and danger of being with a mafia man. It’s why you keep coming back to me. It’s why you get so fucking wet. It’s why, even though you already came, your cunt aches for more.”
He’s right, but I’ll never admit to it. I love the dark and dangerous side of him. I love the rough and hard fucking after a shootout when he’s a bit unhinged. I love how unpredictable life is with him.
He continues. “You can deny it all you want, but I know you, Alexandra. I know what your bodycraves.”
My pussy drips with new arousal.
I squeeze my eyes closed and whisper, “I can’t.”
The conversation from the van pops into my mind as the puzzle pieces start connecting. The missing man my kidnappers were talking about is the man downstairs. He’s not a Rossi informant or family member; he’s a hostage.
Not bothering to explain things to Joseph, I run downstairs to the interrogation room. Flinging the door open, I blurt out the prisoner’s real name.
“Justin Miller.”
Both Joseph and the prisoner are surprised.
Justin sits up and leans against the back wall. “How did you find out?”
I cross my arms. “I did my research.”
Joseph walks up beside me, smirking. “You should tell him how I feel about lying.”
I glance toward the prisoner, who is looking like he just saw a ghost. “I think he already knows.”
Joseph stares at me for a moment, looking pleased. “You need to leave the room because things are going to get messy.”
I need to find out why Rossi is blackmailing him.
“Wait. Instead of jumping straight into torture, why not try talking to him just this once?”
Joseph frowns, but eventually gives in. “Fine. Just this once, and only because you uncovered his true identity.”
Now how am I going to get him to spill Giuseppe Rossi’s secrets without coming right out and asking?
Chapter Eight
JOSEPH