281.“I Told My Mafia Boss I Had a Date—He Lit a Cigarette in Silence, but the Restaurant’s Private Reserve Wine Label Exposed the Secret Surveillance Net That Had Been Tracking Us Both”

Beside me, Dominic lay on his side, his chest heaving, his face covered in blood and grime.

He turned his head to look at me.

Then, despite the burning building behind us, despite the sirens wailing in the distance, despite the war raging across the city… Dominic Mercer began to laugh.

A low, deep, breathless laugh that echoed through the wet alley.

“You shot Leo Moretti,” Dominic wheezed, staring at me in absolute disbelief and dark pride. “My financial administrator just shot the heir to the Moretti family.”

I looked down at the silver pistol still clutched tightly in my right hand, then looked back at him.

“He was trying to burn my audit trail,” I gasped out, a wild, hysterical smile breaking across my own face. “Nobody ruins my audit trail.”

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