"What if I leave?" she asked. "Won't they find me? Like you said at the club, if you could find me then they might find me."

His dark eyes bored into hers. "Dante Marquez and Franco Delgado you mean?"

She flinched at the names of the Mafioso guys that were most likely trying to track down her whereabouts at this very moment. The ones that she had betrayed. She nodded.

"They won't find you here. Niccolo DeLuca is an old friend of mine. You've heard his name ...