Tori Carrington - Dangerous...

“Did you get a look at him?” he asked.

“He was wearing a mask.”

“That doesn’t mean you might not have recognized him.”

“I didn’t.” Her gaze was steady. “Did you recognize him?”

“No,” he said easily. “Did he say anything?”

“What was there to say? Beyond ‘see you in hell’?”

But he had said something, hadn’t he? She put her hand to her temple and rested her elbow against the back of the couch. “Wait. He did say something…” She swallowed hard. “He called me Giovanna and said that I was lucky to have lived as long as I had.”

She left out the part about how her father would have been proud. She wasn’t sure why. Perhaps it was because she wasn’t so sure her father would have been proud. She had not yet avenged his death, she couldn’t even keep herself safe.

Besides, he’d never approve of his daughter following in his footsteps. He’d always tried to keep everything involving the family business well away from her. She suspected part of the reason was the sexist double standard to which most men from the old country subscribed. Being a mobster was a man’s job. Not a woman’s.

Mostly, he probably wanted to protect his only daughter.

She recalled another old-country man with whom she’d had an unnerving visit just that morning. Could Vincenzo Tamburo have been behind the attempt on her life?

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to stay here,” Luca said.

Gia looked at him. “Where would you have me go? My place in Manhattan?”

She’d meant the suggestion as a half-assed attempt at a joke. But Luca wasn’t laughing. Neither was she, for that matter.

Fact was, he was probably right. She’d known she’d pinned a target to herself when she’d vowed revenge against those responsible for the hit against her father and brother. She’d only thought that so long as she stuck to the house, and stayed away from the windows, she wouldn’t be that much at risk.

Mistake number one.

Her gaze dropped to the stern lines of Luca’s mouth. And if she wasn’t careful, she might give herself over to mistake number two.

A knock at the door and then it opened.

“Miss Gia?”

She sat up a little straighter. “Come in, Vito.”

The older Italian entered and stood, taking in the couple on the couch. “I just got word on what happened.”

Luca got to his feet to face him. “Aren’t you in charge of security, Vito?”

Gia winced. “Luca…”

“No, no, he’s right, Miss Gia. I am in charge of security. And there’s no excuse for what happened tonight.” He looked at the red mark around her neck. “I can only thank God that no more damage was done.”

“What did happen tonight?” Luca continued.

Gia sighed, suddenly feeling like she hadn’t slept for days. “That’s enough, Luca. Thank you…for stopping by.” He hiked a brow at her purposeful understatement of his activities. “But I’ll be fine now that Vito’s here.”

Luca looked between her and the old Italian. Then he finally said, “If you’re sure.”

“It won’t happen again,” Vito said. “I stake my life on it.”

Gia spread her hands palm up as if to say, “See.”

Truth was, though, she didn’t trust herself where Luca was concerned. In light of all that had happened not just that night, but over the past five weeks, she might be tempted to give in to that soft spot inside her that yearned to curl up in his embrace and take whatever he might have to offer by way of comfort…and sex.

But considering what had happened the last time she’d given herself over to fundamental urges…she looked everywhere but at Luca’s questioning gaze.

“Vito will see you out,” Gia said.

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