Chapter 7. Her Identity

Marco POV

Dario faces me, and I know he and my brothers all have questions, and right now, I have no fucking answers. Not even one.

I left our little house guest to get settled, and I worked. This morning, however, the results came back, and I am floored. We're all floored.

"Surely she knows?" Lorenzo quizzes me.

"Maybe she does. Maybe this is a trap. You need people watching her, Marco," Matteo says now.

I know they are right. What are the chances the young, beautiful woman who walked into my warehouse, stole my soldier's gun and walked out is a Salvadore?

Fucking Salvadore, I thought the bloodline ended with Rocco. Apparently, though, when I pulled the blade across his neck, he had a daughter. A fucking daughter!

"Maybe she is here for his share. She was just waiting for the moment to slip through the cracks." Lorenzo laughs.

"If she is here to cause issues, she is dead." My words are cold