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“Great.” I snort.

Matteo lifts an eyebrow. “Besides, there’s plenty going on here in Vegas that can keep you edgy. Just like Miguel Rivas.”

I flash a half-smirk. “I was wondering what took you so long to bring him up. How’d you know?”

He shrugs. “I know most things. I just choose not to divulge them until I need to.”

“Okay, enough about me and my plans. Let’s get back to the immediate problem.” I place my glass on the table. “Since you’re all-seeing and all-knowing, do you really think the Volkov Bratva would go after us, knowing we’re associated with the Severinovs?” I shake my head. “I mean, Alek will torpedo their asses back to the fucking Ukraine or wherever they crawled out from under if they make any moves against us.”

“He would do what he could, but this isn’t syndicate business. We’re partners with the Severinovs, but they’re not our muscle. They’ll fight alongside us but they won’t overstep. They have their own demons to deal with.” Matteo gets up and places a strong hand on my shoulder, his jaw tightening. “If there is a threat, if the Volkovs are watching and waiting, if Conor really is on their hit list…we need a plan of attack. That sonofabitch has put us through too much already. If he’s coming here to bring the fight to us, we have to be ready for it, whether or not it’s ours to finish.”

CHAPTER16

ANYA

“Ihave the perfect dress for you!” Heaven squeals, clapping her hands together as she stands in front of her monstrous closet a couple of days later. It’s early in the morning, but she’s definitely on a mission. I’ve been so busy with the baby and running errands with Heaven for the christening that I’ve barely seen Dante.

Or maybe he’s just been avoiding me since the fogged-up window episode.

He hasn’t been around, and I figured with us living in the same apartment, we’d still see each other, even in passing. I guess Heaven and Matteo decided I’m not some psychopath and its okay to leave me alone with the Aisling after all.

Maybe they decidedIdon’t need a babysitter anymore.

Or maybe he’s just out doing “family business.”

Either way, I miss seeing him.

I miss his teasing voice and his mischievous gaze.

And…much as I hate to admit it…I miss how I feel when I’m around him.

I bounce Aisling on my hip, watching Heaven dive into the racks of dresses, shoes, and handbags.

“Ohh,” I breathe as she holds it out to me. “It’s gorgeous.” I narrow my eyes at the tag.

Versace.

Really?

For the au pair who’s burping and changing Aisling pretty much every hour on the hour?

“Heaven, the dress will be destroyed if I wear it,” I say, handing it back to her. “I can just wear one of my sundresses.”

Heaven lets out a snort. “The hell you will. I want you to show off that beautiful figure. And I’ve got shoes to match!”

I shake my head. “You’re really being too generous?—”

She waves a hand in the air. “Stop. It isn’t like I can fit into it anymore,” she says with a hint of glumness lacing her words.

“You just had a baby!” I exclaim. “Of course you’ll get back into that dress. You’ll be back in fighting shape so soon!”

She rolls her eyes. “Not unless I can find a calorie-free substitute for chocolate soft serve ice cream with butterscotch sauce.”

I smirk. “We all have vices. I get it.”

She takes the baby and sits down on a white leather recliner, nodding toward the closet. “Anya, I am your boss and I demand you put that dress on. And I want to see the shoes with it, too! Go!”

I bite down on my lower lip. This is so incredibly bizarre.

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