Ruthless Sinner by Erika Wilde

Ruthless Sinner by Erika Wilde

Author:Erika Wilde [Wilde, Erika]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Erika Wilde


CHAPTER 12

Kennedy

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Marco had invited me to his family’s wedding.

Holy shit.

This was big. This was good big. This meant he trusted me, and that he liked me enough to want to show me to his family. I told Johnson right away the next day after Marco had gone to get his x-ray done.

He agreed with me that this was good news, and also that I shouldn’t wear a wire. There was no guarantee that business would be talked about and the risk was just too great. But if I could keep my eyes and ears open, the information I gathered at this shindig could help other undercover officers and tactical teams in planning their next move not just on the Russo family but on any other families who attended the wedding.

More than that—it was proof that Marco trusted me. It meant I could ask him questions without him wondering why. I could finally start to gather some real information.

Like this package business. What was it about? Why had it nearly gotten him killed, and why wasn’t Vincent telling him about its significance? I could still see the blood on my hands when I closed my eyes—Marco’s blood. It had scared me, even if I’d struggled not to show it. I knew that Marco was tough, that he would be fine, but I suddenly remembered all over again how fragile our bodies were. How just one small accident, hitting your head wrong, tripping, a knife two inches to the right, could suddenly end your life.

Thankfully he’d bought my story about my dad. My dad was in construction, and I had learned how to fix up homes and stuff from him, along with some basic first aid knowledge. But stitching up a wound? That level of battlefield medicine had come from my FBI training.

Not that I’d expected to use it on anyone other than myself in this mission.

I’d been unable to resist pressing a kiss to the stitches. I didn’t know why. It had just felt… right. Like I had to give it a benediction somehow, some kind of good luck charm.

That part I didn’t tell Johnson. Not just the wound but the package deal, too. I reasoned with myself that it would be foolish to tell him when I didn’t even know what was going on myself with the situation. Moving packages around? That was weird and definitely meant something, but until I knew what that something was, why tell my superior about it?

Ah, yes, sir, they’re doing something weird, but we don’t know why or what it means! I’ll be sure to keep you posted.

No, it would be best, or so I told myself, to wait until I had something substantial.

Of course, there was also the voice in the back of my head that told me the reason I hadn’t told Johnson wasn’t about professionalism. It was because I wanted to protect Marco.

But that was a ridiculous thought, so I ignored it.

Instead I busied myself making the bed, heading



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