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And that’s all that matters.
Tightening my embrace around her trembling body, I urge Midas forward towards safety.
32
EMILY
The horsesin the stable snort as we approach. They sense our panic, and how can they not? It’s coming off me in sticky waves.
We almost died back there!
Konstantin slows Midas to a trot and then hops off to guide him into the stable. I follow him to the ground. The second Midas is safely encased inside a stall, I grab Konstantin’s shoulders from behind and force him to face me.
“What just happened?”
He pulls out his phone, and reads something on the screen. “I didn’t think the Ferrata could move this fast.”
“The Ferrata?” I ask, recalling our conversation when I first guessed that he was a mob boss. “Are they the ones who took your sister?”
“Yes.” He should be looking down in shame, but instead, he holds my gaze as he shoves his phone away and leans against the stable wall.
“No more secrets, Konstantin,” I tell him. “Tell me the whole truth. Everything, from the moment we met until this point. You owe me that much.”
He looks at me, his icy-blue eyes shifting as if he’s annoyed that he has to explain everything. But to my surprise, he sighs and starts talking.
“Like I told you when we met in Italy, I was there for work,” he says, and before I can interrupt, he holds up his hand. “Augusto, the Don of the Ferrata Mafia, invited me to the Zebra Club to discuss terms of peace after fifteen years of war.”
My jaw drops. “Is that why you said you happen to know the owner of almost every establishment in the Amalfi Coast?”
“Yes.” He nods. “The entirety of southwestern Italy, from Naples down to the Amalfi Coast, is Ferrata Mafia territory.”
Hackles rise up on my neck, and my heart starts racing as I slowly start connecting the dots. “Was I in danger when I met you there?”
“That night?” He closes his eyes and shakes his head. “No. You were safe. It wasn’t until morning that everything went to shit.”
“The shoot-out.”
“That was when Augusto tried to kill me.” He nods.
“And when you said you had to leave …” I start. “It was because you found out about your sister, wasn’t it?”
“Yes.” He nods again. “My little sister Alisa was kidnapped in New York, about a week before the meeting took place in Italy.”
A week before the meeting took place in Italy.
Suddenly, I recall what Mom told me as I waited for Konstantin alone on the balcony under the brightening sky.
That junkie is dead. She killed herself a week ago.
Could the two events be related? I fight to keep myself from shivering.
I don’t see why not.
After all, someone tried to killmeas well, and all I did was be in Olivia’s apartment.
“So when we met again in New York,” I force myself to speak. “In that apartment …”
“That was the last place that Alisa was taken to before her trail disappeared entirely.”
