Lorenzo (Chicago Ruthless, #3)

by Sadie Kincaid

“There’s someone at the gate.” I check my watch. “It’s 2:00 a.m. Tell ’em to fuck off.” I stretch my neck out and the sharp pain turns to a dull ache. “I would, but …” My scowl has him flinching back. “But?” “She says she’s Mrs. Moretti’s cousin.”