OLIVIA
Tap. Tap. Tap.
My legs bounced against the edge of the bed as I sat in Dante’s bedroom, staring at the floor.
I couldn’t tell if my heart was racing because I was scared of what he might say, or because I didn’t know what I’d do if Vivienne was right.
What if he was really involved with the Mafia? What if the wealth he’d built, the same money that bought my freedom, my house, my car wasn’t clean at all? What if it was blood money? Money earned from something dark… something that ruined lives?
The thought made my chest ache. My palms were clammy, and I wiped them against my dress.
How could I stop loving him if it was true? What would I do?
Just then, the ding of the elevator echoed from the distance and I froze. Every muscle in my body went rigid.
He was back.
His footsteps
