His question brought back all the emotion of my argument with Nico, and my stomach balked at the sight of my food. “I’m not sure how it all happened, but he figured out I had a friend named Michael.” I peered up at him through my lashes as I toyed with the hash browns on my plate. “Not only that, but he happened to see one of my paintings at a bratva office and managed to put it all together. He confronted me about it last night. Four years we’ve been a team, you and I, and not once has anyone in my family suspected a thing. In only a week’s time, Nico tore off my mask and shook loose all my secrets.” “I take it that’s a problem?” he asked, confused. I licked my lips, unsure what to say. “Well, he apparently works for my dad now … That was part of why he left.” His chewing slowed as he nod
