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now. “Not to me it doesn’t, family or not. I got burnt on that, Marco, and I’d be a fool to give you an opportunity to burn me twice, now wouldn’t I?”
    “Hey, the person responsible for that little mix-up has been, as they say, properly handled. Clean slate here, okay? And what if your brothers don’t feel the same way as you, huh? What if Vinnie and Little Sal are cool with what I’ve got coming across the border and want some of the action? We’re talking upwards of ten million on the street. What do you say to that?”
    There was a moment of silence.
    “I’d say that’s up to them. They don’t need my approval if they’re willing to risk the family name like that. You know whom they answer to and it’s not me. Now I think we’re done here, Marco.”
    “Whatever you say, Nick,” Marco replied, his tone bearing a hint of exasperation.
    I heard the sound of him getting to his feet, so I hurriedly made fast tracks through the parking lot before that door opened and they both realized that I’d been eavesdropping.
    China white. Was that heroin? Maybe cocaine? I needed to find out exactly what Marco was dealing in with Vinnie and Little Sal. Maybe it would be an opportunity for me to exact a bit of revenge on the family business. It might be the perfect opportunity since Dominic had passed on the deal.
    Yeah, I admit it. As much as I wanted to hurt the Castellano family, if I could do it without sending Dominic to prison, that was my preference. I wasn’t to the point yet that saving Dominic was more important than exacting my revenge, but I’m not gonna lie, I was getting close.
    I knew that if it came down to it, and there was no other way, that I would have to be willing to take Dominic down with the rest of them. I mean I knew that was the reality of it. I just wasn’t sure anymore if I could be that person.

c h a p t e r 6
    When I returned from the deli, the only car in the lot other than mine was Dominic’s black Mercedes. Marco Trevani’s dark blue Lincoln was gone, which was really no surprise. But I still wondered exactly why Dominic had decided to come out to the storage units without letting me know. Usually he would call ahead, or let me know in the morning on those nights he stayed over that he’d be stopping in. After all, he had the key to the safe—another puzzling tidbit.
    Maybe he was checking up on me.
    He was sitting in the chair at my desk, his legs propped up on the top of it when I came into the office. He was glancing through a stack of drawings that I’d been doodling around with over the past couple of weeks during my spare time, which was somewhere in the neighborhood of six hours per day.
    I tossed the bag of sandwiches onto my desk, and slapped his change from the twenty down right next to it. He looked up at me, his eyes dancing with amusement.
    “So, I see you have some hidden talents, Karlie. Why have you kept your flair for fashion design in the closet?” he asked, smiling. “Oh, and pardon the pun.”
    “Are you poking fun at me?” I asked, giving him an eye roll.
    He was rooting through the deli bag. “Did you remember to get my Orangina?” he asked.
    I pulled two bottles of Orangina from my shoulder bag, setting them on my desk.
    “Fantastic,” he said, taking one of them into his large hands and twisting the top off. “No, not at all sweetheart,” he answered, glancing back down at the evening gown I’d designed with a flashy feather-boa neckline. “Actually, I think they’re damn good. I’m just surprised that you’ve never mentioned your flair for creativity to me before now.”
    “I didn’t mention it now,” I deadpanned. “You just happened to be snooping, that’s all.”
    I un-wrapped my sandwich and took a bite.
    “Are you upset for some reason?” He was eyeing me now with a hint of concern. My happiness for whatever reason seemed to be paramount to him.
    “Well, why did you banish me from the office earlier? Did I do something