CHAPTER 9
TESS
They had stuffed her into the pantry. With a corpse! The nerve. She was going to rain hell on their asses. That is, on Luciano Detta’s ass. Not even she was stupid enough to trifle with the crazy twins.
Then, finally, after what had seemed like a lifetime, the door opened.
“About time!” She scurried out of the pantry and planted her feet firmly back on the kitchen floor.
“Sorry, doll,” Angel said. “We had a little rodent problem. Couldn’t let them catch us with a corpse, now could we?”
Ah, of course. She’d almost forgotten about the anonymous tip she made before she came over.
Damon gave her a knowing look.
Luca had a scowl on his face and cursed. “How in the hell did the IRS come to—”
Tess tried not to gulp when his gaze turned to her.
Big eyes, girl. Give him you
