CHAPTER 8: Giovanni's POV
When Dante told me that fucker, Maximus, was with Mirabella, I lost it. My mind spun with rage. What the f**k was she doing hanging around a cop? Out of her f*****g mind. She must have known exactly who he was, and yet there she was, in his company, smiling at him like he was the only thing that mattered.
Dante had managed to find out the date they’d planned to meet. So here I was, sitting in a meeting with a dealer, but I couldn’t focus. My eyes were glued to her, watching her touch him, the way she smiled. She actually smiled at him, like he was her entire world at that moment.
She hadn’t been so f*****g doe-eyed with me. Not once.
And it didn’t help that she looked absolutely ravishing in that little black dress, cut so low, leaving nothing to the imaginat
