The Idea

She felt like throwing up looking at a face hell-bent on destroying her; even without knowing her secret, she wondered what would happen now that he knew who she was.

"For someone who lies so much, you really have a way of showing your feelings on that face." Matteo dug his hands into his pocket. "You dance very well too; your father had to hide the fact that he had another daughter."

That was his only restraint from pulling her by the hair—a cartel in the manor, who the hell ever heard of that?

"What's your aim, Gia? Why are you here, all around the Don?"

She shook her head in fear as it began to eat up her voice box. "It's not what you think, I swear to you..."

"Your father stooped so low sending his last daughter...."

"No, my father didn't send me," another of these damn tears was pouring from her face, "my father is dead."

"More lies?"

"No damnit!" Sobbing profusely, what did she have to lose? Capo Bastone already knew that in a few minutes Zayne would be walking through that door