DIABLO
My driver starts the car, the hum of the engine breaking the tense silence between us. I turn to look at April.
She doesn’t look angry or scared. She looks like she’s deep in thought. Her eyes narrow a little, like the sunlight outside is too bright, and I find myself staring. The way her lips purse makes something inside me tighten.
For a moment, I get the sudden urge to pull her close and kiss her, but I manage to hold back. It’s not easy.
She turns her head toward me, her gaze steady. “Are you in the mob?” she asks.
“Where did you hear that?” I reply, keeping my voice calm. “Did Sloan tell you that?”
“Is it true what he said about you?”
“That depends on what he said.”
“That you kill people. That you’re using me. That you’ve got lots of women around all the time.”
“Why d
