Chapter 68. Burner Phone

Anna hesitated before taking the phone. The smooth, cold surface felt heavier than it should, like a physical manifestation of the trap closing around her. This was not just a favor—it was a deal with the devil, and she knew it. 

“You will hear from me when I have something,” She said, tucking the phone into her jacket pocket. It felt so wrong but at the same time, it felt like it was the right thing to do. 

“Good girl,” Vito smirked, stepping back. “Oh, and Anna?” 

She met his gaze warily. 

“No screw-ups. You have to be on top of your game. You certainly can not afford to f*ck up. No second chances.” His smirk faded, replaced by something colder, more dangerous. “If Victor finds out what you’re up to, you’re as good as dead. And I won’t be able to help you.” 

Anna swallowed hard. She already knew that, but hearing it aloud made her stomach twist with dread. 

Vito slid into his car, the engine purring to life. “Do you