Celeste deleted the messages as soon as she read them and placed the phone in her purse. Her hands started to tremble, and her feet turned ice-cold.
No. Celeste's thoughts swirled.
No.
It can't be.
He must have just been involved in a small way.
Maybe a friend asked him to hold the phone, and that's why he seemed so carefree.
The excitement she felt earlier was replaced by what she thought should be fear—but instead, it was disappointment.
Just as she had started to warm up to him, to see another side of him she thought she could love, if not care for, this revelation shattered it all.
But they're mafia.
They're killers.
Ask Avond when you see him.
Has he ever killed someone?
Will you stop loving him?
