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“Mancini, for the love of—”

“Fine! I’ll stay inside the house. Not this bed or this room but in the house. Final offer.” He stands, appeased but still irritated. I try, “Quinn, who was that guy?”

He turns to leave, “A Russian scout. Scoping out the lay of the land probably, much like you warned about on that service road.”

“Huh,” Quinn looks back at me so I add, “That was my theory,” I yawn, “I do get tired of being right all the time.” He relaxes a fraction with his hand on the doorknob, then releases the metal altogether, stalks back to me and kisses my forehead. It’s a hard, warm press of his perfect lips on my skin and then it’s gone.

“Rest. I’ll be back soon,” he says before the heavy wooden door thuds behind him.

I try to lay back on the pillows but I know I’m not going to get much sleep.

Because I heard my attacker’s voice, his curses that I recognized.

That old man was Irish.

Quinn lied to me. I lied right back.

That is valuable information I gained last night, that one of his own has turned on him. That he hid that truth from me. Not just refused to answer, actually lied to throw me off. And rightfully so. My husband and I are enemies. We are two different clans, basically at war.

Even with the injury, the whole ordeal was a win for me.

So why don’t I feel the least bit victorious?

Because I got emotional?

No. Hormonal.

Started thinking with my vagina.

Embarrassing!

I forgot who I am, what I want. Home. My ownfamiglia. My throne.

Emotions, hormones, whatever is happening, I have to shut it down.

Except…

Quinn opens up to me more and more by the minute. If I can keep him thinking with his dick, he’ll start to slip up. Sure, sex might be messing with my mind a little bit too.

Fine.

Even if I do think I’m catching feelings, I’m Luna Mancini.

Feelings are not going to derail my plans. I’m going home and I’m getting what’s mine. Marlon looks up at me and I swear he looks skeptical, like he’s trying to say, “I’m not sure you still mean that.”

Yeah. I’m not so sure either.

CHAPTER 37

Quinn

“No way. No way he was acting alone,” Mac replies to Collin. Collin throws a piece of bread at him. They continue the argument we’ve had all day. We’re in the back office of our newest club, the food is shite and my mood is foul.

“Enough,” I say, tired of this conversation. Of everything. Plus, we can discuss the possibilities all we want, either way, Tad is going to be painfully split in half. Before he dies, he’ll tell us what we need to know, namely why he was going to make one last ditch effort to kill me on behalf of The Remnant. Idiot. “We already have a team hunting Tad. We need to focus on our first move with Zeno and then security at the safe houses. Where are we on moving all the product to a different holding location?”

Mac opens his iPad and starts showing me numbers, reviewing the maps.

I try to focus.