"Change of plans," he muttered. "We'll talk later." And just like that, he hung up.
I stared at the decorated dining room, feeling like a fool. However, I refused to wait any more than I already had. So, I grabbed my coat and decided to surprise him instead.
The moment I arrived at The Black Lotus, something inside me screamed to stop there. But I moved, disregarding my fear. Before I could step inside, a man blocked my path.
"Mrs. Ricci," he greeted smoothly, his stance firm. "You're expected elsewhere."
I frowned. "What?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he gestured toward a hallway. Maybe it was Lorenzo calling me to him. So, I moved and followed him. I followed the man to a VIP lounge and sitting in the center of the room wasn't my husband but someone far more dangerous—Santino De Luca.
I had never met him before but I knew exactly who he was. The ultimate leader of the mafia. The man even Lorenzo wouldn't dare cross.
Santino leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes scanning me, peeling back layers even I wasn't aware of.
"Mrs. Ricci." he murmured.
I straightened my spine. "Where is my husband?" After a gesture of his hand, I took a seat across from him.