Page 54 of Sinner's Storm

Our marriage had nothing to do with my father or his supposed crimes. I knew my father. He was a fucking hero. He wouldn’t hurt anyone, not when every bone in his body was meant to save people. Jason used my father against me to force me to agree to his demands.

He was no better than Mr. Stone.

Jason wanted custody of my daughter and I fell for his lies.

Hook, line and sinker.

The longer I sat there, the angrier I got, until a man dressed in a finely-tailored suit slid into the booth across from me and smiled.

“Did Finley send you?”

The man slowly nodded his head.

“Someone wants to talk to you.”

“Who?”

The big man got up, threw a couple of hundreds on the table, then held out his hand for me to take. Knowing the man wasn’t asking, I quietly got up from the table and allowed him to escort me out of the diner and into a waiting blacked-out SUV.

Opening the door for me, I slid into the back seat and came face-to-face with Giovanni Valentinetti.

The former crime boss of Chicago.

What the hell was going on?

Chapter Twenty

Delany

I said nothing as the man from the diner closed the door and hopped into the passenger seat. Turning to the man beside me, I whispered, “Mr. Valentinetti.”

The handsome Italian smiled. “Please don’t be afraid, Mrs. Calloway. I am a friend.”

“Can you help me get my daughter back?”

“I can and will. But first, I would like you to meet my wife.”

“Why?”

“Because she’s been in your position before and can help you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I know you don’t; that’s why I am here,” Giovanni said before adding, “Guiseppe. Please drive.”

The drive from the city to upstate New York was quiet as the man next to me remained silent while he typed into his phone. Not that I expected him to say anything to me.

I was a nobody.

I had no ties to the Mafia. I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that one of my best friends knew Giovanni Valentinetti. I would have had to live under a rock to not know who the man was. Or what business he was in.

The Italian Mafia.

Mafia.

What the hell did Finley get me involved in? It was bad enough I had to deal with the Soulless Sinners, but the fucking Italian Mafia. All I wanted was my daughter back. I didn’t know how Mr. Valentinetti would accomplish that. From my understanding, Mafia and biker clubs didn’t mix.

Weren’t they always at war with each other?