“Sir,” Giovanni said, hurrying into my office.
I stared at my watch, knowing that Ben should’ve been back here by now, and cleared my throat. After Roxie had left this morning, I’d been f*****g furious about everything that went down. She should’ve dumped Ben as soon as she found out that he had taken her money. She should’ve been here, sitting across from me, with those rosy-red cheeks and half-blonde, half-brunette dyed hair cascading down her back.
“What?” I asked, eyes flickering up to him from a file Alessandro had sent over this morning about my family in Boston, who had ties to the child trafficking ring involving the shittiest families in the US. “Is Ben here?”
“Antonio and Piero went to Ben’s house to find him, like you’d asked,” Giovanni said. He looked nervous, sweating almos
