Page 6 of Betraying Family Vows

"Your skills," he replied. "Your beauty. Your ability to make men do what you want."

"And what do I get?"

"The name of the person who killed your father, and the perfect chance to get him and watch him burn."

It had been so easy to say yes.

Because in my drunken state, all I could see was the look in her eyes the night she told me that Cosmo was the only man who ever made her feel alive, even though he never stayed.

Someone was going to pay.

If not the man who destroyed her, then the men who took him away.

I put the final touches on a face designed for seduction. For revenge.

Once done, I slip into my four-inch red-bottomed heels and grab my clutch.

Inside: lipstick, a vial, and a burner phone.

My tools for the night.

There's a knock at the door. I glance at the time, exactly when he said he'd be here.

John G.

I still don't know if that's his real name. I don't care.

I open the door. He stands there in a black suit, expressionless. Mid-forties, salt-and-pepper hair. Forgettable face.

"Ready?" he asks.

I nod. "Let's go."

In the car, John G. drives in silence.

The city gives way to the countryside where old architecture mixes with new.

My heart beats steady.

"Run through it one more time," John says as we near our destination.

"Find Dimitri Kastaris. The youngest brother."

"And?"

"Get him alone. Dose his drink. Call your men to handle the rest."

"Good. And remember, he's dangerous. Don't underestimate him."

I scoff. "Men like him are all the same. They see tits and ass and their brains shut down."

"Not this one," John warns. "He's killed more men than you've broken hearts. One flicker of doubt and you won't leave this wedding alive."

"Sounds sexy." My voice drips sarcasm.

"This isn't a joke. If he suspects anything, you'll be dead."

"Do I look like I'm laughing?" I turn to face him fully. "I've spent my entire life learning how to handle self-proclaimed dangerous men. My mother died because of one. I know what I'm doing."