Since I had to return to the estate to gather my things anyway, I didn't refuse Daniela's "kindness." There were documents I needed. Things hidden in places she hadn't thought to look. A passport she didn't know I still had.
Inside the spacious black car, the armored sedan that ferried the Don through territory he controlled, silence hung heavily. The driver kept his eyes forward. The partition was up. The leather seats smelled of expensive cologne and something else, something faintly sweet and wrong. And then, as if right on cue, I spotted something wedged between the seat cushions.
A pair of still-damp lace panties.
"Oh my!" Daniela gasped, her hand flying to her mouth with the precision of a woman who had placed them there herself and rehearsed the discovery. "How did that end up here?"
"Dominic, didn't you say you took care of it already?"
Biting her lip, Daniela threw herself into his arms, blushing as she playfully hit his chest.
Dominic chuckled and apologized, blaming everything on himself, yet his eyes subtly shifted, watching my reaction.