CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
SCARLET’S POV
PHOTO OP
Saul’s “surprise” arrives at exactly nine on Monday morning. Not flowers this time.Hell, not even threats disguised as affection. That I’d somehow been expecting. In my defense, he is in the freaking Mafia. And even before that, he was one of the worst people to ever walk this earth.
There is a black SUV parked outside my office building with the engine running. It’s windows are tinted and my stomach drops the moment I see it.
I stand frozen on the sidewalk, laptop bag slung over my shoulder, pretending to check my phone while every survival instinct in my body screams at me to turn around and run. But running has never worked. It only makes him tighten the leash.
The passenger door opens.
One of his men steps out. Not the bald one. This one
