9
Stone
New Year’s Eve—and Burtonelli didn’t have any intention of dropping out of the race like he’d been told to do. While the threat lay over his head personally, I’d been forced to babysit Giada rather than stay at the Burtonelli mansion to protect his a*s.
I didn’t like it. Not one f*****g bit. Keeping the family together proved easier to watch over, but if shots went off, or a bomb managed to somehow get planted in the Burtonelli house, at least the children would be safe.
I’d called in Warden and Sin to help cover the party with Greed and the other house guard, knowing full well I put them in possible harm’s way. My brothers knew how to contact me in the event of an emergency, and my spidey-sense buzzed under my skin, not allowing me a moment’s rest.
Once again, I found myself
