Page 149 of Niccolo (Mafia Kings #7)

Sofia

F austo waited until he and I were alone in the limo.

“Well?” he asked in a hushed voice.

I smiled. “He bought it.”

Fausto narrowed his eyes. “You’re sure?”

“Positive.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I swore an oath.”

“On what?”

“On being in love with him.”

“And he believed you?”

“He asked me to marry him.”

Fausto’s eyes widened. “No.”

“Yes.”

Fausto burst out laughing. “What did you say?!”

“Yes, of course.”

“Really.”

“Really. He’s so besotted with me that he can’t think straight.”

Fausto laughed again and shook his head.

“Fool,” he muttered contemptuously.

Then he grew serious.

“So all that remains is for Dante to do his job,” he said.

“Well – that, and we need to get the cameras.”

“I’ve already reached out to a local police captain who’s in my pocket,” Fausto replied. “He’ll deliver everything to us by midnight.”

“Then we’ll be ready to go in the morning.”

Fausto grinned. “And this will all be over.”

“And I’ll get my money,” I said emphatically.

“Of course,” he reassured me. There was a fleeting look of unease on his face as he asked, “Niccolo really bought it?”

“I mean – he proposed, didn’t he?”

Fausto chuckled. “He should’ve made you swear on the 20 million euros instead.”

I smiled again. “I’m a lot more attached to that than a wedding ring.”