Page 26 of Mafia Scars

“You’ll be safer there.”

“It’s too painful.”

“What happened, goddess? What happened to you to make you leave?”

I shook my head. “Terrible things I can’t talk about. My father is dying, and I don’t know if I can see him. Do you know how bad I feel about that?”

“Amelia, this is me telling you, you should go if only for that because I care, and I know you. If your father dies and you truly never see him again, it will destroy you. Please don’t let the reason you stay here be the past. Whatever happened.” Warmth filled his eyes.

He was right. I knew he was right. There was no part of what he said that was wrong. It was just me who needed to reach that point where I could bring myself to do it all.

“Come with me, Amelia,” he added.

“I can’t just leave. What about Gigi and work?”

“Okay, I get not wanting to leave Gigi, but work… there’s someone there working with them, and I can’t figure out who it is.”

“Roose, maybe it’s him.” He’d always hated me.

“No.” There was a tentative expression on his face.

“Are you sure it’s not him?”

“I’m not a hundred percent certain, but it doesn’t add up for it to be him. Plus, he’s one of us.”

I frowned and sucked in a sharp breath. “What? What do you mean?”

“Amelia, I can’t get into that now. But he’s one reason you stayed safe and under the radar for so long.”

I wanted to get angry but found I couldn’t. Under the radar was exactly where I’d wanted to be.

“Does he know who I am?”

“No. No one does except the rat.Work,as far as things go, things should be closed. Demarco’s death worked to our favor. So, you can leave work out of the equation. Unless… there’s something else at work keeping you there.”

He held my gaze. If he’d been watching me all the time, he would have known about last night. He would have known that I kissed Sinclaire.

He should still hear it from me.

I released his shirt and stood, walking over to the window. He walked up to me and leaned against the frame.

“I kissed Sinclaire last night,” I confessed, hardly able to look at him.

“I know, but I heard it was more like he kissed you. Was that wrong?”

“I kissed him back.” I wasn’t about to excuse my guilt or make it seem like I’d received an unwanted kiss.

“Sinclaire’s the guy you want because he hits all the marks. Cop, so good guy. Not a criminal like me. Not afraid to do the right thing by the books. But I do what I have to, whether it’s right or wrong. He’d do anything for you because he’s in love with you.”

His eyes turned a darker shade of blue. It was similar to when he was turned on but different. This was harsher because of the darkness that lurked in his features.

I’d seen this look only a few times before. It was when we’d first found out I was being followed and whoever followed me broke into the house and took my hairbrush and lipstick. Items that proved who I was even though I’d had my name legally changed.

Those people found out and killed Cole to make an example out of him, leaving his body as a present for me.

Luc had the same look now as he did then.

“You think he’s in love with me?”