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“You just keep on driving by,” Tyrone shouts. “Nothing to see here.” Then he looks at Eden. “Get your man inside before someone tries to mug him for his expensive clothes.”
Frankie gives me a chin lift before the sedan speeds away.
“Yeah,” Tyrone calls after the car. “That’s right. Drive away, motherfuckers.”
“That’s enough, Tyrone,” Eden mutters. “Don’t piss them off.”
We walk into a building and head up the stairs to the third floor. When Tyrone follows us into the apartment, Eden says, “Don’t give him shit.”
“I’m just gonna lay out the law for him,” he mutters before giving me a once-over. “What’s your name?”
Fuck. There’s a chance Tyrone might know about the Cosa Nostra.
“His name is Dario. He owns a ballet company. Don’t ask more questions,” Eden rambles, looking nervous. “I’ll come over when he leaves and tell you everything about him.”
“Ohhhh,” Tyrone says, sounding as if he’s just realized something. The next second, he gives me a wide, toothy smile. “It was nice meeting you, Sir.” He walks to the door. “I’ll keep an eye on your car so no one jacks your wheels.”
“Thanks,” I murmur. When he shuts the door behind him, I turn to face Eden. “Did I miss something?”
“No. Tyrone’s just weird like that.” She shrugs off her coat. “You want something to drink? I have juice and coffee.”
I glance around the small space. “No, thanks. I’m good.”
Shock hits square in the gut when I take in the shitty apartment Eden calls home.
There’s an old-as-fuck couch and a coffee table that’s missing a leg. A stack of bricks keeps it from tipping over.
The walls haven’t seen a fresh coat of paint in the last decade or two, and it looks like the windows are nailed shut.
I’m struggling to process Eden’s circumstances, which are nothing short of horrific and the complete opposite of mine.
Doing my best to hide my reaction, I turn my attention back to her, and seeing how she’s watching me, I smile and say, “We’re alone.”
“We are.” Her lips curve up. “What do you want to do?”
“We can sit and talk.”
The smile drops from her face. “Talk? I thought you wanted to have sex?”
Taking her hand, I pull her to the couch and take a seat beside her. “That can wait. Let’s get to know each other better.”
“Oh…okay.”
She turns her body, and leaning her shoulders against the back of the couch, she looks at me. “You said Renzo is one of your best friends. Do you have a lot of friends?”
I nod. “And you?”
“I have a few. I’m close with another waitress.”
Lifting my arm around her shoulders, I tug her closer until she’s leaning into me, and for the next hour, we talk about safe topics.
Chapter 13
Dario
“Where’s the restroom?” I ask.
Eden pulls away from me and points to a closed door. “Over there.”
