Ten
Forget To Remember
“Take me to the door,” I say to Naima as soon as Mrs. Almonte makes the announcement. I try to keep my voice calm. “Please.”
“No problem. I can’t believe it took Powerball this long to come get you,” she says, helping me to my feet.
But I can’t smile. Or even pretend to. Because I already know who’s here who it is.
Jake might be the son of someone specializing in “disaster clean-up,” but Luca Ferraro is a straight up Mafia prince. Poised to take over the Ferraro crime family, probably as soon as next year when he finishes his degrees. Of course, he’d send someone else to do his dirty work.
“Oh,” Naima says, not bothering to hide her surprise when she finds Big Italian Tony standing on her parent’s front porch. Doused in Drakkar Noir rather than the expensive sc
