My Mafia Husband Thought, I Was Innocent
His eyes locked on me, unblinking, the way they always did; like the rest of the planet had gone dark and I was the only light left.
“Voronin confirmed it an hour ago, again” he said, voice smooth, almost bored, but I heard the razor underneath. “The Executioner left Russian airspace eight nights ago. Private Gulfstream, tail number masked, flight plan filed to Cyprus then vanished. He’s been dark ever since.”
Dante’s entire body went rigid against mine. “He’s here.”
“Possible,” Nico answered, still speaking only to me. “Probable. Until I hear otherwise, we treat it as certain.”
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