‘It wasn’t about that,’ I said quietly. ‘I didn’t want anyone.’

‘You wanted him.’

‘In the end, yes,’ I admitted.

Something flitted across his face – too quick to catch, but it twisted his lips. ‘It’s kind of messed-up,’ he said. ‘Because after today, he won’t want you any more.’ He gestured at me, his finger leaving an invisible trail of ice down my front. ‘He only loves you because you’re innocent. He’s fascinated by it.’

‘Nic, let’s not do this.’

He held my gaze. ‘I would have loved you either way.’

I ran my hand across the ridge of the balaclava, trying not to feel self-conscious. ‘You always wanted me like this,’ I pointed out.

‘The way you’re supposed to be.’

‘Can we be civil?’ I pushed away from the topic of Luca. I didn’t want to be mad at Nic today. ‘Can we put everything behind us?’

His laugh was sharp. ‘Why? In case I die?’

‘In case of anything.’

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He stuck out his hand. ‘OK. Friends,’ he said, in a low voice. I slipped my hand into his and shook it. He tightened his grip on my wrist and pulled me into his chest – into the hotness of his breath, the smell of his aftershave. ‘Let me promise you this, Sophie.’ He was looking down on me, his eyes blazing with intensity. ‘You and I are getting out of that house alive.’

I pushed against him, and he dropped my hand and stepped back, as if remembering himself. ‘I’m not worried about how we get out,’ I said, schooling my annoyance. ‘I’m worried about how we go in.’

‘We’re fine,’ he said. ‘I promise.’

I took that kernel of forgiveness, and smothered my anger with it. Of course he was still bitter about Luca. Of course he would say those things about him. He didn’t want us to be together. He would prefer me alone than with his brother.

Felice strode downstairs. He was dressed in a shiny silver suit, his balaclava clenched tightly in one hand. ‘Lovers’ tiff?’ he called over the banister. ‘Has she realized the error of her ways yet, Nicoli?’

Nic rolled his eyes.

Felice’s shoes tapped the stairs on the way down. ‘It was a joke,’ he said, noticing my scowl.

‘Next time you tell a joke you should try and make it funny, so there’s no confusion.’

He reached the bottom and sniffed the air. ‘It feels like a good day to kill a Marino, doesn’t it?’ he said, leering at me.

I sniffed the air, too, my fingers curling on the gun inside my jacket pocket. ‘It feels like a good day to die, doesn’t it, Felice?’

He arched one perfect silver brow. ‘I’m sure our boss would agree with you.’

I narrowed my eyes at him. ‘Your family loyalty needs a lot of work.’

His thin lips spread wide, his mouth curving into a shark’s grin. ‘Not as much as yours does, Marino.’

‘It’s Falcone,’ I corrected him.

His smile was a cruel, twisting thing. ‘For now.’

Like a swarm, the others began to assemble, until we were one big black mass, armed to the teeth, embracing in the hallway, whispering last words, offering careful smiles. And then we left, one by one, fingers unrolling balaclavas as we climbed into the fleet of cars poised to storm Donata Marino’s mansion.

Luca and I were the last ones to leave. He turned around, one full 360-degree turn as he took in the empty foyer. He stopped, and regarded me in silence for a moment. A long, lingering look.

‘What?’ I asked, feeling my throat dry up.

‘Would you stay?’ he said, taking a step towards me. ‘Would you stay here?’

I shook my head. ‘Not a chance.’

He ran his hands from my shoulders down to my arms, his fingers trailing along my sleeves. He looked away, rueful.

‘Don’t be worried,’ I said, shuffling closer. ‘We’ll go in together, we’ll come out together.’

He opened his mouth, but the words caught on his tongue. He swallowed them with a sigh and before I could utter some other empty words of encouragement, he was pulling me towards him and kissing me.

It tasted of desperation, of loss.

It tasted like goodbye.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

MILLIONAIRES’ ROW

Donata lived in a gated community made up of eleven mansions. Perched on the top of a winding hill, they formed a sprawling semi-circle. Each one looked out on to a park full of exotic-looking trees and vibrant bursts of flowers. In the middle, waterfalls tumbled into a fresh lagoon. It was like something out of a fairytale, a haven nestled away from the dusty streets of the city, far removed from the bright lights of Eden.

It was called Millionaires’ Row.

And every single house on Millionaires’ Row belonged to a member of the Marino crime family.

The sixth house – the one right in the middle of the other houses – was the largest. It was more like a museum or a parliament building than a house. It was pure white, with balconies spilling out from every angle and huge floor-to-ceiling windows sucking in every possible fleck of sunlight.

It was the house my father and my uncle grew up in.

It was the house Donata Marino now lived in.

In a convoy of three cars – all black, identical, and unplated – we pulled up to the security booth. I had to crane my neck to see all the way to the front of the line. Felice got out and shot the security man once in the head. Dom dragged his body back inside the booth. Paulie destroyed the entrance cameras, and all within the space of twenty seconds, the black gates to Millionaires’ Row swung open, and the Falcone family drove inside.




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