A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD
he said after a moment of silence, his tone light, "this person you thought you saw—important, are they?"
"None of your business," I replied, my voice clipped.
"Ah, Vincenzo," he said with a dramatic sigh, "I’m starting to think you don’t trust me."
"Trust is earned, not given," I shot back.
"Wise words," he said, and when I glanced at him, I saw that damn smile again, as if he knew something I didn’t. "But, you see, trust is a two-way street. If we’re to be friends, you’ll have to let me in eventually."