She sat there for a moment, her hands still resting on the steering wheel, her eyes scanning the house in front of her.
It wasn't what she expected. But then, being in the mafia did come with its perks. Her phone sat on the passenger seat, the last message from Cassidy still visible.
He had refused to meet in public. That he couldn't be seen with her. She had tried to reason with Luca but he still wouldn't bend.
So she had done the next best thing. She told Valentina. Just in case. Val hadn't liked it either.
Veronica exhaled slowly and reached for the door handle. She swung the door open and moved to get out, her gaze flicking once more toward the house. Her hand was still on the car door when a piece of cloth pressed tightly over her nose and mouth.
The chemical scent hit instantly. Veronica's body reacted—her hands flying up, trying to push it away, her breath hitching as panic surged through her.
