“Threaten to out me to his wife?”
“Or the press. But I know in situations like this, you would pay more than he would, and I knew I couldn’t use someone like that. I’m sorry.”
“You would really help me?” she asked, some hope in her voice.
“Of course. No woman should feel trapped. If you need help, I’ll do whatever I can. I promise.”
She watched me for a few more seconds before she decided something, a sense of strength stealing over her as she thought through something.
“Okay. I’ll help you too.”
I sighed, walking forward to squeeze her hand. “Thank you, Gabriella. You’re saving people’s lives.”
“That kind of feels nice, actually.”
I put my mask back on, and together we walked down the stairs, helping each other not trip over our dresses. Once again, it felt nice to be part of the mafia and do something my way. I was learning I could be who I needed to be without losing who I was.
Nodding at Gabriella, she set off to schmooze her date and get us the information we needed. So far, everything was falling into place.
So, of course, that was when Dayton had to make his entrance. Showtime.