43. Giovanni

After a relatively calm few hours, I am riled up with stress and anxiety.

It’s seven pm and Kaius Tulvan is on his way to meet us. We’re in one of the upper-tier clubs, seated in one of the back offices, and drinking alcohol. There’s been nothing but silence from our so-called assassin, but that doesn’t mean we’ll let our guard down.

I’ve even gone as far as starting plans to build a hospital wing on the property so Lucia can give birth here safely. I’ve shared that it’s the best way, and she hasn’t fought me on it, even though I can see she’s dying to ask me what’s going on.

There have been a few occasions where I have caught her stopping herself from asking me something. As much as I want to share details with her, it’s the wrong call; you don’t share your work with your woman.

Unwritten laws are there for a reason, and this one is right at the top.

“Do we know what to expect from this fucker?” Kaz says, pouring himself a glass of vodka. “I’ve never wanted to deal with the Romanian