Chapter 48

I Dante t’s growing dark as we head back to Chicago. Kat yawns in the seat beside me. “You okay, kitten? You want to stop at a motel for the night?” “No,” she says with a sleepy smile. “I want to go home.” I lift her hand and kiss her fingertips. “Why do you let everyone believe that you murdered your ex-fiancée the night before your wedding?” “I cannot believe it’s taken you a whole twenty minutes to ask me that question.” “So, stop avoiding it, then,” she says with a sigh. “Did you just roll your eyes at me?” “Maybe, but you’re still avoiding my question.” “People believe what they want to believe, Kat. Besides, I don’t care what other people think about me. The Santangelos crossed so many lines, they had to be dealt with. It doesn’t matter to me whether people think that Nicole was taken care of too. In fact, it’s good for business.” “Of course. It kind of feeds into the image you’ve created for yourself too, right? Cold-hearted Mafia boss who would murder his own fiancée if she cro