Chapter 7
Gio
I step into Caffè Milano. I’m looking for Ivan, the bratva asshole I’m supposed to meet. I find him sitting at a table across from Marissa. At least I think it’s Marissa. Her back is to me. Ivan watches me as I approach, a smug smile on his face. I walk over and Marissa looks up. Duct tape is over her mouth, and I see her wrists and ankles are bound together. She tries to scream from behind the tape. Her wide and frightened eyes are glued to mine.
Glued to mine as Ivan laughs and shoots her right in the heart.
“No!” I shout and reach for my g*n, but it’s not there. It’s not there and someone’s pulling my arm.
I try to jerk it off.
“Gio.”
I blink. Marissa’s wide blue gaze is still fixed on my face. “Gio.” She tugs on my arm.
“Marissa.” Thank f**k. There’s no tape over
