AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Of course, honey. You can ask me anything. Any time. What’s bothering you?”
Gosh, my best friend knew me too well. I straightened my back and tried to gather the courage I needed. “You have to promise not to tell your husband. Or Carlo, and Stefan.”
Her head tilted to the side slightly, and a look of concern crossed her face. “What’s wrong, Giselle? You have me worried?” Her hands squeezed mine tighter now.
“Promise not to tell them?” I asked for her reassurance. Because I really, really needed it.
She nodded. “Absolutely. You can trust me.”
I gave her a nod right back. “Okay, I just have this really weird feeling that—” my voice trailed off.
“That what?” Eve’s eyebrows drew together, and it made me want to abort this whole mission for the truth.
But I needed the truth. And I figured if anyone would give it to me, it would be my best friend.
“Are Carlo, and Stefan in the—” my throat completely dried out, “mafia?”
Eve’s whole body went slack, and she let go of my hands. She turned away from me and stood.
Crap.
I didn’t like her reaction so far.
When she was halfway to the door, I thought she’d keep on walking. Instead, she shut the door, and leaned against it. “I really think this is a question you need to ask them. Not me.” Her head slowly moved back and forth a few times, but her eyes stayed on me.
Double crap.
“I'm asking you for a reason, Evie.” Tears that I didn't know were hiding behind my eyes threatened to fall. I did my best not to let that happen. “I have to know the truth. And I know you won't lie to me. You’d never lie to me. Or Dani.”
Her back slid down the door, and she ended up sitting down in front of it.
Yeah.
I’d definitely caught her by surprise. “Can you give me a few minutes to gather the men together? And then we can all have a discussion?”
Triple crap.
Eve didn’t say, “What? Mafia? Are you crazy?”
Nope.
She shut the door.
Collapsed.
And wanted a family meeting of sorts.
Quadruple crap.
The shock of it was still knocking at the front of my brain, wanting to come in. The only problem was—I didn’t want it.
I didn’t want to know.
I didn’t want to deal with it.
And I certainly didn’t want to have a freaking mafia family meeting.
My breath caught in my throat, and I swallowed over the hard dry lump that sat there now. “Nick’s in it, too?” My voice was barely audible. And I didn't know why I hadn't realized it before.
