Page 77 of Dangerous Intent

“Get a crew in the basement.” I glanced around the room. “I’m not doing it in Rosalie’s kitchen.”

“The plastic and bleach are on the way.” Milo checked his phone. “I have an unregistered gun for you too.”

“Sounds like you have it all under control.”

“I got your back.” He patted my shoulder. “Always.”

“We’re going to get what we need from this piece of shit, then I’m going to make him suffer for any part he played in hurting Lissia.”

Taking out Angelo would knock Collins down a notch. Without Gian or Angelo, he wouldn’t have many allies left, especially with my father bringing down the sex trafficking operation. It would be only a matter of time before Collins ran out of options.

“What do you want to do with Lissia?” Milo asked. “Do you want her to stay here, or do you want me to have her taken back to the main house?”

“I don’t think she should be here when Angelo gets here,” I said. “But the thought of having her leave without me so soon after what happened doesn’t sit well with me. If I went that route, I’d only feel comfortable if you escorted her home.”

“I appreciate your confidence, but I’m not leaving you.”

“I can do this job on my own.”

“Chello, you’re a bit emotional right now. I think it would be best if I were here when you did this job.”

“I’m professional enough not to let my feelings get in the way. I can get the information we need before taking Angelo out.”

“He knows why we’re bringing him here. He’s got nothing to lose.” Milo ran his hand along his jaw. “Angelo won’t go down without a fight. It won’t be a physical fight, but he will play games with you.”

“He won’t get to me.”

“I’m not leaving you,” Milo repeated.

He was right to insist. I needed him to be the cooler of the two of us in this situation. Lissia had a way of fucking with my head even if she didn’t mean to. I had to trust Dom to take Lissia home and protect her until I got there.

“Lissia goes,” I said. “I don’t want her here when Angelo gets here.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Lissia stormed into the kitchen like the fucking tornado that she was, wearing black stretch pants and a tight white sweater. She had pulled her hair into a messy bun on top of her head, and her feet were bare.

“Chello,” Milo said. “We don’t have time for this.”

“I know.” I extended my hand for Lissia as I spoke to Milo. “Go and make sure everything is in order.”

Milo nodded. “Lissia, please do what your husband tells you to do.”

As he walked away from the kitchen, he muttered in Italian.

“That was rude,” Lissia said. “I think he called me an omen.”

“Actually, he saiddemone, which means demon, but you were close.”

“You’re going to let him get away with that?” She placed her hand on her hip. “Seriously?”

“Forget Milo.” I leaned against the counter, guiding her close to me. “I need you to do something for me.”

“I’m not leaving you.”

“It’s only for a couple hours.” I squeezed her hand. “I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

She pursed her lips, and I knew she struggled to get her impulsive nature in check.

“I have to take care of something, and I don’t want you here when I do it.” I caressed her face. “There are some aspects of my job that I would rather never taint you.”