Dante nonchalantly opened his suit coat. He removed his gun from the holster.
My mouth grew instantly dry as my heart rate accelerated. “No. There's no danger." My volume rose. “No one knows about this transaction." Fidgeting, I twisted my wedding rings. My hands trembled and my knee bounced, wanting and needing to move.
Dante's hand again came to my thigh. “Sit still, Mia. If we're being watched, we need to appear calm."
“I'm not calm," I growled in a low whisper.
The click as Dante released the safety on his gun reverberated like thunder through the car, competing with the thumping in my ears.
“Where is Giovanni?"
“He went to check on something."
“What if…?" I had too many questions to finish this one. What if someone shot Giovanni? “Should one of us get in the driver's seat?
