Chapter 19

• Giselle’s smirk widened, there was a sheer flicker of genuine amusement in her eyes, the lines on her head could tell.
• She took a step closer to him, her gaze unwavering. “First of all, my love,” she purred, her voice dripping with a mocking sweetness, “you can’t. And you know precisely what that means. With the feds breathing down your neck, with every agency from here to Palermo scrutinising your every move, you cannot afford any heat. A high-profile hit on your ex-wife, a woman with powerful connections of her own, would bring down an inferno on your head. You’d be buried under the rubble, and we both know you’re too clever for that.”
• “You must really think you are all that huh?” Carlo said with a scuff.