32

As soon as we reach the building, I exit the car before Kyle properly parks it. Anastasia follows after me, as does Kyle. I turn around to shoo him away. “It’s women only. Go back.” “I’m sure they will appreciate my company.” Just when I’m about to speak, a long car stops right in front of us. One of the Italians. A guard comes out and opens the back door. A petite brunette exits the vehicle, wearing a huge hat and white-framed sunglasses. Emilia Luciano, Lazlo’s youngest sister, whom he raised himself. A grin plasters on her red-painted lips as she runs toward us and throws herself in Kyle’s arms, kissing his cheek. “Long time no see, you.” What the… “I wouldn’t call it long,” Kyle says, not attempting to peel her off him. “You’re right. Last night wasn’t that long ago, but why does it feel like it?” Last night. Last fucking night? I thought he was with her brothers, but he forgot to mention the sister. My hand balls into a fist around my bag’s strap, and it takes everything in me not