One night stand with my brother's killer best friend
he thundered, snapping his fingers.
I blinked, my brain scrambling to catch up. Silk sheets. A warm body beside me. The smell of sex still clinging to the room. Except when I looked next to me, I came up empty. No Lance.
"I don't know," I answered honestly, then dared to reach out to my padre with concern. *What's wrong?"
“Sorry, Robbie. Just doing my bit, said Valentino, emerging from the shadows and shoving a gun into my face. “Tell Il Padrino where Goremaster is."