"Do you want to wait till I'm dead?" Vincenzo eyed him, then stared at his savior's retreating figure, feeling the loss of what could be. He pushed the feeling away. "I want you to find out everything you can about her."
Vincenzo busied himself with things about his territory to keep his mind off a certain woman with wavy chestnut hair, a smallish waist and legs that seemed to go for days with a feisty mouth that matched.
Since he learned her name. He hadn't been able to get it out of his head. He imagined that she was here with him in this room filled with dark wooden furniture quipping as he let drop a nugget or two about the business. If Tessa was his—
The door opened and he sat up, not wanting to be caught in a vulnerable moment. Since he was the Mancini leader now, it was important to keep his command of authority high. But when he saw that it was Matteo, he dropped his guard.
"Any news?"
"Good news."
Vincenzo sat up, hoping Matteo would say something about Tessa accepting his offer.
"We've caught the killers."
"Oh." Vincenzo blinked.
"I thought you would be excited."