*Olivia*

I immediately knew I had fucked up big time. I gasped, slamming my hand over my mouth hard enough that I winced. There was sure to be a mark left later, but I didn’t care at the moment.

With how much my head had been spinning with the realization that Giovani was the leader of the Italian mob, like James had been before him and that my mother probably knew this when she went to work with them, my filter wasn’t working at full capacity. ...