Sondra
I’m shaky and shocked. Maybe that’s why I’m not at all afraid of Nico Tacone this time. I’m actually feeling strangely comforted and cared for, which is stupid, because I know this man is incredibly dangerous. Heck, I just saw him pull a g*n on someone. Again.
And yet, he was defending me, so suddenly his danger shifted into heroism. I know Corey would say I’m listening to The Voice of Wrong again.
And oh God! What will Corey say about Dean?
Will she blame me for this? Blame Nico when Dean leaves? Will Dean leave? I hope, for his sake, he does. Actually, I hope for all of our sakes.
Tacone pulls up to the front circle of the Bellissimo and steps out of the car. The valet rushes over to open my door. Tacone tosses him the keys. “There’s a suitcase in the trunk.”
“Of course, Mr.
