Nora's POV
"How do you plan the coincidental death of a mafia billionaire and get away with it?"
I mutter it while stabbing a cherry tomato so hard my fork scrapes the plate.
"Call me crazy, but I'm on my last f*****g nerve. Mikhail Romanov is living rent-free in my head, and I'm ready to evict him with a flamethrower and a prayer."
Lola, across the table at La Trattoria, freezes mid-sentence, fork halfway to her mouth.
"Girl, are you okay? You've been murdering that salad for five minutes."
I drop the fork with a clatter.
"I'm losing my mind, Lo. That blue-eyed demon just bought my boyfriend's company. My boyfriend's company. Like it's a pack of gum. I'm one bad day away from committing homicide."
Lola leans in, eyes wide-eyed. "The scary-hot one from the
