Page 47 of Made for Sinners

Emilia.

She was still locked in the bedroom, probably pacing, probably plotting a hundred different ways to make my life hell.

I smirked to myself, taking a slow sip. Let her.

She could fight, she could rage, she could throw all the tantrums she wanted. It wouldn’t change a damn thing.

She was mine now.

And she knew it.

The thought sent a flicker of satisfaction through me, though it was quickly swallowed by something darker. Something uneasy.

I pulled out my phone, scrolling through my messages until I found Valentina’s name. She never disappointed when it came to information, though she was a pain in the ass to deal with.

Me:Any updates?

The response came almost immediately.

Valentina:You wound me, Dante. No pleasantries? Nohow are you, Valentina?

I exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of my nose. I didn’t have the patience for her games tonight.

Me:I’m not in the mood.

Valentina:Oh?That’s a shame. I was hoping we could have a nice, long chat.

I clenched my jaw.

Me:Just tell me what you have.

There was a pause, then another message popped up.

Valentina:The Russians are moving. Quietly, but they’re moving. Your little dinner party was just the beginning.

There was a pause, long enough to test my already thin patience, before another message popped up.

But the Contis didn’t take warnings.

Wegavethem.

Me:Names. Locations. I want everything.

Another pause.

Valentina:Tsk, tsk. So demanding.

I was about to tell her to stop wasting my time when the next message came through.

Valentina:I’ll give you what I have. But I’d rather do it in person.

I narrowed my eyes at the screen.

Me:Not happening.

Valentina:Why not? Oh…

I could practicallyhearthe smirk in her next message.

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