-MIA-
"You want Linda to live with us?" I repeated, because I needed to hear this madness out loud.
"She has no one, Mia. Her father’s dead, her mother’s a selfless b***h. And even if the old head of the Italian mafia is gone, she doesn’t know if someone’s still after her." He leaned on the kitchen island, rubbing his temple, probably nursing a headache.
"Is someone still after her?" I asked. "Three years is a long time to nurse a vendetta, Asher."
"We don’t know. But she’s scared, Mia. She needs someone to protect her." His voice was soft. Loving.
And it gutted me that I couldn’t tell if that tenderness was meant for me or for her.
"Did she try going to the police?"
He gave a humorless smile. "The mafia’s in the police. However, I have people I trust, and I’ll ask them to investiga
