Chapter 42 James
- James
- At the end of my mental turmoil, I didn’t send any messages. What good would it have done? I was still a cop, and she was still the daughter of Dante Bologna. No matter how we looked at it, this thing between us had “complicated” written all over it from the start.
- So, I guessed it was only natural that my heart was currently pounding like a jackhammer against my ribs. I was sitting in the car right outside of Paradiso with my gun and badge, about to walk into the restaurant and start questioning the Bologna brothers regarding Rio’s murder.