Page 57 of Sinful Lies

I shrugged. “Maybe she actually fell for him.”

He stared at me like I’d just insulted his mother. “Che cazzo?Is she out of her mind?”

“Don’t know. Don’t give a fuck. I just wanted to find out what they’re hiding.”

His eyes shifted, narrowing as they locked on the window where a cop car rolled by. His gaze lingered there for a beat longer than necessary.

“Think Greg is looking for dirt on you?”

“Why would he?”

He scoffed, setting his fork down with a sharp clink. “I don’t know, maybe because you fucked his sisterandhis daughter? You think he’s just gonna let that slide?”

I let out a dry chuckle, leaning back in my chair. “That was years ago. Hell, he probably doesn’t give a fuck about his sister.”

Vittori smirked, taking a long sip of wine. “True. But the daughter? You’re still playing with fire,stronzo.”

I raised an eyebrow. “I’ve always enjoyed a good burn.”

Maybe I like the burn, Lazzio.

I cleared my throat, hoping it would clear my head as well, shaking off the pretty devil that seemed to possess my mind constantly.

“Speaking of fire, I’ve got my own shit going on. This cop, Detective Alvarez—guy’s a pain in the ass. Came sniffing around a while back, asking about some of my morequestionableshipments. Drugs, you know, the usual. But now he’s not just asking for favors—the bastard wants to blackmail me.”

I raised an eyebrow, my fork halfway to my mouth. “What does he want?”

“A cut, and he’ll let me move my shit without his guys breathing down my neck. Bastard’s trying to play with me.”

A cold smile crept across my face. New York was a tight circle. Everyone knew who to avoid, and this detective clearly hadn’t done his fucking homework.

If he thought he could squeeze Vittori, he was in for a rude awakening.

Leonardo wasn’t just impatient—he was ruthless.

He’d settle a problem with a bullet, a blade, or his bare hands, if it came to that. And from the look in his eyes, he was ready for it.

“Anyway,” he said, lighting a cigarette, his eyes narrowing as a cop car slowed to a crawl on the other side of the street. “Cyrus called me last night.”

Fucking annoying-ass Cyrus.

I took a slow sip of wine. “And?”

He exhaled smoke slowly, a dark grin curling at the corners of his mouth. “Wanted to check if?—”

Before he could finish, the restaurant door slammed open, and a wave of feds stormed in, guns raised, shouting orders. Women screamed, men shouted.

Vittori just leaned back in his chair, smirking like he’d almost expected the whole thing, his eyes dark and gleaming with a sick kind of thrill.

I sighed, glancing at my Rolex.Shit.

I was going to be late for my meeting.

Chapter

Fourteen

“Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.”

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