It takes me a minute to realize that I’m not in my bed.
I’m not even in my own room.
Where the hell am I?
I scramble back up the headboard. I’m starting to freak out. My heartbeat is throbbing painfully in mytemples and the sweat on my neck is getting icy cold.
Just before I have a full-on meltdown, I realize what I’m recognizing.
This room smells like Lucio.
That connection is enough to bring me back down from the brink.
I’m in Lucio’s bedroom. He carried me here after what happened with Bartek.
The Polish don’s name sends pings of fear and panic coursing through my body. His death has donenothing to calm me.
I know men like him. I know how they operate.
If he was aware of my presence in Lucio’s home, then all his underbosses will be as well.
Which means I’m not off the hook.
