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John Montgomery had witnessed Santino DiRocco’s death, and he had an alibi in place by the time the police had come to arrest him. Of course Carlo had been let out on bail, having had no previous record. Nothing he had ever been found guilty of, anyway. Domenic found out later that Junior had also been the one to discover John Montgomery had a daughter living in the Chicago area and where to find her.
    The rest of the men gathered here tonight were of no real consequence. They filled various roles in the organization, but were easily replaced if necessary. Domenic kept his ears open for any talk of the missing girl, but there was nothing. As far as he could tell, news hadn’t gotten around yet. He stayed for a couple more hours to make sure.
    Making his farewells, he ducked out of the private room and crossed the club with quick steps. Not quick enough, however, as he was accosted by Kris, who was waiting by the door. She was now fully dressed—well, dressed anyway, the outfit she wore didn’t leave much to the imagination—and talking to one of the waitresses, glancing over her shoulder occasionally. She spotted him before he could make an exit, so he had no choice but to stop and talk to her.
    “Hey, Nicky. I’ve been waiting for you,” she said, wrapping her arms around his waist and rubbing against him.
    “You didn’t need to do that,” he replied, reaching behind himself to unclasp her hands.
    “Come on, baby,” she whined, gripping him tighter. “Take me home with you.”
    “Not tonight, Kris.” Not ever .
    “Why? Do you have someone waiting there for you?” she asked with indignation, pushing him away and looking at his face pointedly.
    “Even if I did, I don’t see how that’s any of your fucking business,” he answered in a quiet voice, glaring at her.
    “Fuck you, Domenic,” she spat at him.
    “You wish,” he said, smiling smugly as he passed by her, heading out the doors.
    “Asshole!” she cried out after him. Finally, she was getting the hint. It took being as subtle as a Mac truck, but hopefully she would get it through that dense skull of hers that her pipe dream was never going to come true. Not with him, anyway.
    Domenic stepped out into the warm night, and his head cleared instantly. The street was teeming with local nightlife—people walking and talking, men catcalling at the skimpily clad women heading into the dance clubs, souped-up cars cruising past with the bass blasting. He wanted to walk amongst them, getting lost and pretending he was like everyone else. He felt like dropping the mask and forgetting about everything he had sworn to do. At that moment he didn’t want to be Domenic D’Angelo, second in command of the Liseni family. He didn’t want his whole existence to be based on lies and vengeance. He didn’t want any part of the crime and violence. What he wanted was to shrug it all off and be one of them .
    The valet pulled up at that moment and dispelled his fantasy. Domenic remembered who he was. He remembered what he had to do.

    The nights were the worst for Alex, especially because she was left alone with her thoughts to keep her company. And morbid thoughts they were. Over and over she replayed the scene of her abduction and berated herself for not being more aware. Those men had been strangers to her, and while it would have been impossible to keep tabs on every tenant in the large apartment complex she lived in, she still should have been much more wary of the two thugs who had been coming toward her. Maybe if she had, she’d have been able to scream for help before being overwhelmed.
    Woulda, shoulda, coulda. That seemed to be the start of every thought she had lately. Unfortunately, she had no proof that even if she had tried to do something to change events that the outcome would have been any different. It was possible things could have ended up worse. She could be dead right now instead of just a prisoner. She could very well be dead sometime in the