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Detective James looked surprised, like really, really surprised in a "what the fuck" kind of way. I couldn't say I blamed him. If he was really as clued in about us and them, the infamous Boston crime families, he knew exactly how screwed up and wrong it was for me to have any kind of history with one of the Morello brothers.Β
I scowled at him. "Don't you dare judge?"Β
"Not judging at all. You gotta do what you gotta doβ¦or who you gotta do." He snorted, and I frowned at his attempt to crack a lame-ass joke.Β
"I need to get out of here." I was about to turn and head up the stairs when that voice stopped me dead in my tracks.Β
"Vanessa Bologna."
