Dirty Sin by N. E. Henderson

Author:N. E. Henderson [Henderson, N. E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781948539937
Amazon: B07GZWTRDM
Goodreads: 39349872
Publisher: N. E. Henderson Books
Published: 2018-11-29T00:00:00+00:00

15

Brianna Andrews

The way his eyes stare deep into mine, never wavering, sends chills down my spine. His presence alone is terrifying, and I’ve been in the presence of men that have done unspeakable things. I’ve seen the aftermath of drug deals gone bad. Before I was in the gangs and narcotics unit, before I made detective, I apprehended a serial killer once. Ten minutes in an interrogation room with him left me questioning if I really had it in me to do this job for years to come. The same vibe that man gave off is the same one I’m feeling right now, sitting just five feet from Vincent Acerbi.

“Tell me, Brianna, what is it do for a living?”

Like he doesn’t already know. My eyes pop over, meeting Drago for a split second, his stare echoing my thoughts.

With my eyes still locked on him, he picks up his glass of wine, tipping it up to his lips, sipping.

“I’m a detective for the Los Angeles Police Department, Mr. Acerbi.”

“Please”—he places his palm against his suit covered chest as he lowers his other, sitting his wine back beside his empty dinner plate—“call me, Vincent. I insist.”

Something tells me very few people in this world speaks to him so informally, let alone not addressing him with “sir” before uttering his name.

“May I get that out of your way, sir?” Mona stops at Vincent’s side, silently waiting for his reply.

“Of course.” He doesn’t look at her, instead twisting his head to address D. “Dinner was good. Almost as if I never left Italy.”

“It’s not me you should be thanking. I didn’t make it. Mona did. She’s the one that deserves your appreciation, not me.”

There’s a long pause of awkward silence when Vincent finally sighs, then tips his head up, gazing at Mona as she takes his plate.

“Dinner was wonderful, Ms. Moretti.”

“Thank you, sir.” She smiles, tucking her chin before escaping to the kitchen quicker than she came in.

I hate the way Mona seems to have become a shell of herself simply because of Vincent’s presence. It’s so wrong and I’m having a hard time believing what I’m seeing is real. She hasn’t once come off as a person that scares easily. Does she know something? My mind swarms with thoughts. Maybe the person we need to probe has been under our noses this whole time. Anna Acerbi was going to turn in evidence on her husband—Tom said that anyway—so maybe Mona knows something that could help Drago’s investigation.

“I have homework and a lot of studying to do,” Caprice draws out, pushing her chair back. “So, I’m gonna go to my room now.”

“Why aren’t you at my home, Topolina?” Vincent inquires, his eyebrow turning inward, almost as though he’s scrutinizing her.

Italian isn’t a language I’m too familiar with other than knowing common words like hello and thank you, so I’ll have to look up Topolina later—or ask Drago.

CC starts to cringe, but recovers with a shy smile, looking at her father.

“School is closer from D’s house than Malibu, so .

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