Ferrara
The moment Violetta joined me, I could smell Emerson on her. My nostrils flared, and I snarled, but she shook her head. "I'm fine. What is going on? Who's dead?"
"I don't care if you're fine. I want to know why the f**k you smell like a man who shouldn't have been able to get within twenty feet of you."
"I let him."
"You..." Horrified, I stared at her. "Tell me I did not hear you correctly. You let him? Are you out of your f*****g mind?"
Narrowing her eyes, she planted her hands on her hips. "No, I'm not. I thought maybe if I wanted to know what he had planned, I could just ask him. And later, I will tell you what he said, just not f*****g right now. Who is dead?"
If she thought this conversation was over, she was dead wrong, but this really was not the time to continue the d
