A suspicion had been growing within her mind ever since the first night when Piccolo had sauntered in, like he owned the place.

He was after something, and was reporting to someone else.

Bianca had already gotten the information she had asked for from Ria Delano.

The toad of a brother of Roxanne’s still lived at his late father’s mansion. With his string of mistresses, all of whom he kept changing at the drop of a hat.

And almost every night, after showing up at the Casino, Nico Piccolo would go alone, accompanied only by his chauffeur, to a desolate little cabin hidden in the heart of the woods bordering...