Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 59176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“Given that none of us are pharmacists, it could be anything. Maybe Sean had an Aleve habit.”
Nadia rolls her eyes. “Right. It’s an anti-inflammatory. That’s why he had like five thousand of them in this cabinet.”
“We’ll take them,” Shane says. “Crew’s on the way. Let’s bail.”
We take the bags of pills with us, and I skirt by the body still hanging in the living room.
“He looks like a baby.”
“Twenty-two,” Shane confirms. “Still wet behind the ears.”
“Seasoned enough to kill,” I remind him. “I’d hardly call him innocent.”
Chapter 9
~Nadia~
I’m fucking tired.
It’s late. Carmine and I left New York before the sun came up this morning, and we’ve been working hard all day.
Carmine’s still at the office with his brothers, but I bailed. I need to sleep. I have to get my mind off drugs and death for a few hours.
I need a break.
I fill the tub in the master bathroom of the beautiful Airbnb Carmine rented and add some bath salts to the water. Before I can strip down and sink in, my phone rings.
Why would Alex be calling me this late?
It’s midnight in Atlanta.
“Is Papa okay?” I ask in way of greeting.
“As far as I know,” he says. “Can’t a guy just call his sister to check in?”
“Not usually. No.” I lean my butt on the counter and stare at the water in the tub, wondering what he wants. “What’s up?”
“I’m wondering how you’re doing. Found anything yet?”
“Not really. We’re back in Denver.”
“Yes, I heard.”
My eyes narrow. “How?”
“We have eyes everywhere, Nadia. You know that. You’re still with Carmine.”
“Yes.”
“Are you still fucking him?”
I don’t even know this man anymore. When we were kids, we were close. I adored him. But the older he got, the colder he became.
“You realize you basically just called me a whore?”
“Answer the question, Nadia.”
“No, Alexander. I won’t. Because I’m a grown woman, on a job given to me by the boss, who doesn’t happen to be you.”
“You’re such a bitch. Just tell me what’s going on there. Keep me in the damn loop. I can’t help if I don’t know what’s happening.”
“I don’t want or need any help from you,” I counter. “I never have before, and I definitely don’t need you now. Just keep your nose and your fingers out of this.”
“Nadia—”
I hang up before he can say more.
The water has grown cold, so I drain it and think about starting over. But I’m too tired, and I’ve lost interest.
Instead, I start the shower and get in, quickly washing the day away, and then step into leggings and a sweatshirt.
I stop by the kitchen and pour a glass of Cabernet, then scoop up my laptop and walk into the living room.
The sofa faces a wall of windows. It’s dark now, but during the day, you can see the mountains to the west.
Carmine has a thing for beautiful views.
I’ve just opened the laptop and started going through some unanswered emails when Carmine walks through the front door, also looking tired.
But my eyes zero in on the box in his right hand.
“Is that what I think it is?”
He sets the container on the kitchen island, tosses his keys next to it, and glances at me. “I thought you’d enjoy some donuts for breakfast.”
“I’d enjoy some donuts now.”
I laugh and launch off the sofa with renewed energy at the promise of sugar but stop short when I get a good look at Carmine.
“What’s wrong?”
He shakes his head and walks to the fridge, pulls out a bottle of beer I didn’t know we had, and takes a long pull from the bottle.
“Did something else happen?”
“No.” He swallows another sip and then sits on one of the stools. “It really shouldn’t be this hard. I feel like I’m on another wild goose chase, just missing the mark by an inch. It’s damn frustrating.”
“I know. But we’ll figure it out. People are loyal, but I’ve also found that they like to run their mouths. Someone will fuck up and say something they shouldn’t, and we’ll find them.”
“It’s odd for a family to target another and not be bold about it. To stand up and say, ‘Yeah, motherfucker, I did this. And I’ll do it again.’”
“The mafia has arrogance down to a science,” I agree with a laugh.
“Well, they’re not copping to anything now.”
I open the box and immediately salivate at the sight of a maple bar. I grab for it like a kid starved to within an inch of her life.
“These are my favorite donuts in the city.” I wander over and sit on the couch, chewing happily. “Oh, by the way, we’re having dinner at Annika and Rich’s place tomorrow.”
“We are?” he asks.
“Yep. She called earlier. Your brothers are also invited.”
He nods and then wanders to me, leaning in to take a bite of my donut.
“Hey, get your own.”
“No.” He takes my hand, pulls me to my feet, and leads me to the bedroom. “Now, I want to taste you. You’re much more delicious than any donut.”