Page 108 of Veiled Amor

Not altogether a surprise.

With little to no conversation about her father, she didn’t want any talk of him to sour their relationship.

“Are you going to kill him?” She had to ask.

A tick worked through Capone’s sharp jawline. “I chased one of his men the other night. The same one we encountered at the motel. He’s been watching my building, waiting for his time to grab you.”

Oh, shit. Something else that wasn’t a surprise, but she’d stupidly thought her father had given up on trying to control her and would leave her alone.

“What… what did the guy say?”

“Not much of anything.”

“Are you going to kill him?” She asked again.

“Do you want me to?”

Her heart pinched.

For all his faults, and there were so many, she couldn’t say she wanted him to die. She was stupid to hope he might change one day and love her as a father should.

Capone answered before she could. “I won’t kill him, Lucia. But I want him out of the way. That means I need your help too, to tell Hunt anything you know about Nicholas’ dealings. I know it’s gonna fucking suck, it’ll hurt you to do it, but this is what I’m asking.”

It wasn’t only her heart which reacted this time, her stomach rolled with dread. Fear too, if Capone were trying to take on her father, he wouldn’t take it lying down, which meant Capone would be in danger.

“He’s dangerous, Gi.”

“So am I.” he kissed her temple and spoke close by her ear. “I hate putting this shit on you. I can do it alone, but you gotta trust me to know what I’m doing is the right thing. We need him out of our lives, or we won’t have one; he’ll keep coming for you.”

She knew that.

“Trust me, huh?”

“I do.” She answered immediately. She’d already chosen her side a long time ago. “We’re a team, Giancarlo. I will tell you anything that you think might help. Do we trust this guy?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Then how do we know he’ll help?”

“He’s a crooked cop, he knows how to cut corners, and his ego wants to take down someone like Nicholas.”

Lucia didn’t smile, but she leaned into his arm.

“My good girl.” Lips to her temple.

“What else am I?”

Capone didn’t need clarification when he dropped his head, so his mouth skimmed her ear, his voice for her only as the two men stepped into the shop. His growl was heat all over. “My sweet little fuck.”

Yes, she was.

And Capone was her everything. The complete whole of everything that meant the world to her.

She couldn’t claim to have fought much in her life, having allowed her father to dictate her every move. But in this, with her man, she would fight tooth and nail to preserve what they were building together.

If that meant she had a hand in putting him away for a very long time, it would be something she would have to come to terms with.

But there was no hesitation.