Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 71312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Not my sweet Savannah.
My sweet sin.
“Savannah!”
This time she emerges, dressed in one of my old white T-shirts and what appears to be my underwear.
And I hate to say it, but she looks hot.
Her right hand is balled in a fist, and she’s holding something. A rag maybe. Clearly trying to stop her bleeding.
“Did you call?”
She nods. “They’re coming,” she squeaks out.
“I think he’s going to make it, but he’s on borrowed time. I hope they get here quick.”
“I know him,” she says.
“Who the hell is he?”
“I mean, I don’t know him. But he’s a waiter. A waiter at Mario and Luigi’s.”
“He is?”
“Yeah. He waited on me and the girls the other night. That night you came in to get takeout. He said he knew me. Thought we had met before.”
“Had you seen him before that?”
“No. I swear. I didn’t think he knew what he was talking about.”
“Well, he sure as hell knows who you are, Savannah. You’re a member of the Bianchi family?”
She nods, shaking. “My mother is a Bianchi. My father is Vincent Gallo. He’s…”
“Doesn’t matter. None of it matters to me, Savannah. But why did they want you?” I grab her hand. It’s still bleeding, but I don’t let go.
“There’s only one reason they could want me, Falcon. They need me to do some dirty work in one way or another.”
“So that’s what you did for them in Austin?”
“Only when they made me. I swear. I begged my mom and dad to let me out. They agreed, so I came here.” Her face twists into a grimace. “I should have left the fucking country.”
“Savannah—”
“You’ve been through way too much, Falcon. First prison, and now you have to deal with these guys? I’m so sorry.”
I cup both her cheeks, my knuckle tats apparent.
Family.
Family is everything.
And I’m still fucking Savage.
“You could’ve leveled with me, you know.”
She swallows, gulping audibly. “I didn’t think I had to. I thought I was out.”
“Oh, Vannah.” I draw my gaze to my knuckle tats again, and the truth hits me like a fucking truck. “You’re never fucking out.”
Her face is white as fallen snow.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“How could you even think I’m okay?”
“I mean your bleeding.”
“The cut seems to be shallow.” She unfists her hand, and one of my socks falls out. “Looks like it’s clotting.”
“Thank God,” I say.
“You think that guy will stay out?”
“I don’t know. If he comes to, I’ll clock him again.”
“I think we should go, Falcon.”
“Honestly, I had that same thought. But if this guy starts bleeding again, he won’t make it.”
“Yeah… Besides, this is your house. They already know that. I told them your name.”
I can’t be angry with her. I’m the one who told her to call 911, and once they got here they’d know whose house this is.
This isn’t going to look good. Me. Out on parole for a week, and my parole officer here.
With me.
At my house.
Wearing my underwear.
“Savannah, I want you to go to the pool and put on your clothes.”
She nods.
“Throw those things you’re wearing in the changing room.”
“Shouldn’t we burn them or something?”
“You didn’t do anything wrong, Savannah. Burning them will just make it look like you think you did. And bring me my phone. Or yours. It doesn’t matter.”
She nods again, and she walks, a little unsteady on her feet, but she makes it back into the pool’s screened area.
Only one guy can help me, and it’s someone I swore I’d never talk to again.
But I need him.
My best pal for my whole life until I went to prison.
Leif Ramsey, an ex-Navy SEAL who’s been to a real war.
I need him on my side.
6
SAVANNAH
Several months earlier…
“You know what to do,” my father’s associate, Gunnar, says as he shoves the folder at me.
I simply nod.
I know better than to reject this proposal. I’ve been here before. And others have paid the price.
They won’t hurt me.
They wouldn’t dare hurt the granddaughter of the boss.
I open the file folder.
“Sasha Munoz,” I say, more to myself than to Gunnar.
“Yeah. She gets out on parole next week. You go to the prison to meet with her today.”
I scan her file. “Moving a controlled substance. Possession of a controlled substance.”
“Yup. We need her back at work. So you’ll be signing off on her documents, no matter what.”
I draw a breath and nod. “Whatever you say.”
“Good.”
“This is only the second woman I’ve seen working for you in the organization.”
“She’s good. She keeps her emotions at bay. Most women can’t do that.”
I can.
But I don’t say the words.
If I let my emotions rule me, I’d be throwing a tantrum right now. Letting my anger out and telling Gunnar what he can do with Sasha Munoz and her file.
I close the file folder. “Consider it done.”
Miles nods, but he says nothing. Not even a quick thank you. He leaves my cubicle.
Another day in the life of Savannah Gallo, parole officer.