“I killed people today, Hazel. Four men. I killed them and I’ve already forgotten their faces. One of my trusted men died right in front of me. His throat was cut, twice. I had to visit a woman and tell her husband was dead. That it was my fault. Pretend that giving her some cash made it right. So I’ll say it one more time: get out. Now. While you still can.”
She folds her arms. Except for a vague flicker in her too-tempting eyes, she shows no sign of shock. “You’re not going to scare me off, Carlo. So you might as well stop trying.”
“Fine.” I raise my hands in defeat. “I’ll leave.”
“You can’t run forever!” she calls after me as I stomp from the room.
I wander through the house and end up in the garden, right at the back, dropping down in the grass. I lie still, trying to calm my thrum
