My caution does not waver for a second, and neither does Gio's. He had convinced me to take Kayla to one of his clubs, claiming she would not be harmed under one of his roofs. God I hope he's right. I watch Kayla dance in the crowd and sip my Martini. She seems to be having a lot of fun. That makes one of us. Every thief, murderer and r****t has their eyes on me. Especially the table sitting the De Luca Prince. He's surrounded by his men so he thinks he's safe. Gio and I sit in a booth in the VIP section, disinterestedly sipping martinis and rum. Prince and Princess Luciano, as some might call us. Everyone admitted in knows of Gio's fake death, and they keep the secret in fear of being persecuted and then executed by me. Gio controls this city completely but sometimes even ra

