Chapter 89

Chapter Eighty-Nine

“Let’s run through it one more time,” Frankie urged from behind the wheel.

Gen felt the familiar flutter of nerves twist in her stomach with every mile closer the odometer counted down toward their rendezvous with Galante.

“Alright,” she replied, forcing her scattered thoughts into focus. “His name is Galante. If I want to throw him off, I call him Michele—that’ll show how close I am with Accardi.”

Frankie glanced over. “And if he asks why you’re not wearing a ring or a family crest?”

Gen’s lips pressed into a firm line. “I tell him to mind his own damn business. I’ll send him the wedding invite as soon as we shut down whatever’s screwing up the business.”

“And what exactly is going on?”