Chapter Fourteen

NATASHA

The ride to the airport was long as hell. Luca kept grumbling about Olivia's dress in the back seat, pointing at it like a petulant child who saw his toy in a new light and couldn't bear to look at it.

“You can't wear that, prancing round fucking Italy!” He hissed, and I chuckled…

“Oh, quit being a ninny,” I laughed from the front seat. Oh, it was amusing to hear. The Jackass was flustered, and I enjoyed every second of it.

“I am not a ninny!” He bellowed. “You put her up to this, didn't you?!”

I rolled my eyes at his words and closed them, trying to breathe through the jumble in my head.

I had to think this through.

Infiltrating some mafia hotel, trying to ferret out the identity of a mafia lord who gid better than a mole in holes. I didn't like the idea of it. What if it took longer than I expected? What if he found out who we were the minute we stepped into Italy?

Hell, so many fucking what ifs!

I was in danger. This was literally goi