"Seriously!" Bernard cussed in Italian for the hundredth time, shifting nervously in the passenger seat.

I shot him a side-eye that could cut glass. "Swear again and I'll put a bullet through your head and dump you out the window."

He swallowed hard, exhaling a slow, quiet breath. "Where are we heading?"

"To hunt down Taylor," I replied coldly, spinning the wheel as the Jeep surged forward.

My mind was a chaotic firestorm, constantly circling back to Micah. So she knew. She knew her bastard father was a mafia operative and let him send her straight into my house to spy on me. She played the traumatized, defiant submissive so...