According to Nate's sources, Theodore was set to meet with one of his cartel contacts tonight at Pulse, the most exclusive club in Redstone.
"I’ll go," I had said when Nate mentioned sending one of his assistants to spy on the exchange. I wasn’t sure what possessed me to volunteer—especially when I was still reeling from the revelation that Theodore was tied to the Mafia. Maybe it was a desperate attempt to earn Nate’s approval or prove that I could handle the heat. Whatever it was, I was half regretting my choice now. I write celebrity gossip. What did I know about investigating the mafia?
"Miss Stone, I wasn't expecting to see you here today."
"Hi Terry," I smiled at the gentle giant. "I am meeting a friend."
He raised a brow before a silly grin grew on his face. "Who are you fool
