The Kozlov meeting was set for noon at a restaurant Aria had never heard of. The kind of place that don't advertise, don't take reservations from strangers, and probably has more security cameras than the FBI.

Dominic left at 11:30, dressed in a dark suit that made him look dangerous and expensive

"Stay here," he had said, kissing her forehead. "Isabella will keep you company."

Aria had almost laughed. Company. Like they were going to braid each other's hair and talk about boys.

Instead, they ...