“Yes.” She made a face. “There is an official FBI investigation into the matter. It is a cold case.”
“They never caught them?” Addy’s voice had grown icy.
“There’s no one to catch.”
His silence enveloped her as he sat back against her headboard. He moved then, pulling her between his thighs and wrapping his arms around the middle, his actions speaking volume. He wanted the story. She wanted to tell him. She knew it would never come back to haunt her if she shared this with him.
For all the strongmen she had dated, big beefy guys and for all the older daddy-type men she had dated, ones who wanted to pamper her, none of them, not one ever made her feel safe and secure the way this mob boss did. It made the secret of killing his father that much harder to bear. If she had any notion of se
