efore he pulled away. He pushed off the wall and I stepped back, clearing the

want it tomor

tore'

Milene Abelli. Soaking wet. Standing there dripping onto the concrete with soft brown eyes and an innocent expression. Milene was impossible to ignore. H

bed me the wrong way. Did her father let her walk around half dressed with other men

with a body like hers. Frustration tightened my chest. I knew

he Abellis' balcony table, the atmosphere was tense, with the Ab

glass of wine. I took it from her a

enough to drin

about needing to forget "th

ially since I was more focused on avoiding Milene, her sister, who was across the yard playing lawn games with her cousins and Benito.

h the thought annoyed me. I was a Russo, always dra

Adriana asked, observant e

ey. "I like your

nvinced but also s

nt. I couldn't decide if that made us a good m

Milene's uncles. Just seeing him stirred a si

emptied the salt shaker and was

" I repli

s or b

ndo,"

then she looked away, sayi

Any man in the Cosa Nostra would welcome her, regardless of her past. Salvatore just didn't want to give up his prized

and nods, likely making bets on the lawn game. This nig

came to mind, sparking heat I tried to push down. Her innocence seemed new, almost hesitant, like she half-expected

aist once, and the feel of her skin lingered i

efore letting her go. My hand hovered away from my gun, resisting the urge to s

" I asked Adriana, nod

d, frowning. "Total creep, th

d, annoyed by the cons

e's in love,"

my eyes. "S

lo

eling set

ly downed her wine. I shook my head, warning her, "If y

e replied, getting u

sat next to me and followed the crowd with his gaze, se

he asked, nodding at the

f," I replied, t

he insult your mum? Dad? Yo

?" I sai

ea

aw

ulder hard enough to spill

-my idio