Sweetest Sorrow (Forbidden Book 2) by J.M. Darhower

Author:J.M. Darhower [Darhower, J.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: J.M. Darhower
Published: 2016-08-27T18:30:00+00:00

The city of Elizabeth was one of the biggest in New Jersey, but compared to Manhattan, where Dante typically roamed, it almost had a small-town vibe. Even with his recognizable face, Dante felt like he could blend in if he needed to back in New York. But over there, he was an outsider and it showed.

The moment he stepped out of his car, he felt eyes all over him, studying his every move. Curiosity. Suspicion. Even a bit of hostility. He didn't blame them for it, but it made him hyperaware of his surroundings.

Fall had settled in, the summer heat long gone, giving way to cool days and cold nights. October. Despite a slight chill in the air, Dante's white button down felt stifling, even with the sleeves rolled up. He hadn't dressed up in a while. He hadn't had reason to. But considering he stood in someone else's territory, he figured it wise to put his best foot forward.

The car lot was small, only a few dozen high-end cars strategically parked in a pattern, arranged more for coveting than actually shopping. Dante looked around as those eyes watched him from inside the building.

It took damn near five minutes for someone to approach him.

"Mr. Galante," a voice said, coming up behind him. "What can we do for you this afternoon?"

Damn good question.

Dante turned, finding a tall guy with wavy brown hair parted to the side. Fifty or so, wearing an expensive gray suit tailored to his slim frame. His expression was relaxed, an air of friendliness around him, but his brown eyes were guarded.

"I'm looking for a car," Dante told him.

"Anything in particular?"

Dante glanced at his Mercedes parked by the entrance. "Just something different."

"And you couldn't find your something different in New York?"

"Didn't look there," Dante admitted.

The man seemed to consider that, pursing his lips, before holding out his hand. "Alfie Russo."

Russo.

He was the Russo Dante had encountered while scoping out the house with Umberto, which a bit of research told him was the same Russo that had blessed them all with Gabriella. Her father.

Dante took his hand, firmly shaking it. "Call me Dante."

"Dante." Alfie pulled his hand away. "Lucky for you, we tend to specialize in different. Whatever you want, we can get. If it isn't on the lot, we can have it within a week—guaranteed."

"Good to know." Dante scanned the cars. Lamborghini. Porsche. Audi. Maserati. "Got any suggestions?"

"I'm a Ferrari fan, myself, but I suppose it depends on what you're hoping to get out of it. Safety? Discretion? Attention? I'm a big believer that what you drive sends a message, so what kind of message are you looking to send?"

Dante considered that. "That nobody owns me."

"Then I'd probably recommend the McLaren 12C. Unique, maybe not as popular, but it holds its own. Not black, which is cautious, or red, which tends to be antagonistic… maybe blue. It shows up, it's strong, but it doesn't necessarily disrupt the order, yet there's character to it, not subdued."

Dante looked in the direction Alfie pointed, at a bright blue supercar off to the side.

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