The best seats weren't that hard to find. They were a level above us. Vittore and I moved quickly to where it was, my dress bunched up in my hands as my heels clicked on the floor. My feet were steady despite the slippery and polished wood beneath them. I was taught to have the grace of a swan and I for one know I never flatter.

We reached the double cherry red doors. Vittore pulled a gun out of his ankle, placing it at the waistband of his jeans before using his jacket to cover it up.

"You shoot to kill tesoro," Vittore reminded me and I smirked, strutting closer to the door with a sway of my hips.

"When do I never?"

I pushed the door open and stepped in as Vittore closed and locked it behind us.

There was one man, one sole man sitting in the chair, I could only see the back of his head that was covered in curly hair and his hands that grasped a glass filled with whiskey. His fingers were adorned with silver rings that contrasted against his dark brown skin and the cuffs of his suit were bright gold, probably real.

"So happy you could join me Mr. and Mrs. Martinelli," The man said, his accent mostly American as he stood up from his seat and faced us.

Recognition hit me like a wave. With his salt and pepper goatee, high cheekbones and deep brown eyes, I swore on my ancestor's graves I'd seen him somewhere. His features though old, were awfully familiar to me. But how?

His hand came up to button his suit jacket closed and a smirked rested on his face, the wrinkles on his cheeks and around his eyes prominent.

I'd seen this man before.

Where had I seen him?

Why do I think I know him?

What the fuck was going on?

"You must me the Raven's Don," Vittore started while I tried not to show how panicked I was.

"I am. It is truly an honour to meet a man such as yourself," the Raven's Don started. "I've heard a lot of you Vittore Martinelli but your wife..."

Those cold brown eyes met mine and I tried my best to hold my frown, to keep my indifference, to not show weakness.

"I can't say I've had the pleasure but now I do. You are a very beautiful woman Mrs. Martinelli. Your reputation proceeds you."

"What reputation?" I dared to ask.

"Oh dear, everything. The girl who killed Lesedi Khumalo, Sante Di Laura, his top men and one of my finest assassins. It also didn't escape my notice that you managed to swindle Elliott Hillingham for half of his riches. I would love to have someone like you working for me."

"Sorry grandpa I kind of already have my gang," I mumbled, my hand reaching into my pocket and holding my gun.

"So do I."

With those three words, multiple men walked out from the shadows, guns with red lasers pointing at me and Vittore. We both stilled as the Raven's Don rounded the chairs to stand in front of me.

"You see... a while ago, a little boy made a mistake, one that cost him his life but now, I thank him. his sacrifice did not go in vein. Because of him, I finally had the chance to get to you," he said, standing in front of Vittore with a wide smile. Vittore just rolled his eyes and crossed his hands over his chest.

"You see that is one of the reasons I want to go after you specifically. That cockiness, that arrogance. I hope you know you aren't leaving here alive."

"What's funny is that I was thinking that about you," Vittore whispered menacingly and all the red lasers moved from the two fo us to the Raven's Don. I was now just confused.

"You see, being a Don, is about knowing every single move of people who pose a threat. You think I couldn't piece together it was you hosting this year's convention?" Vittore asked with a scoff. "This yacht is called Pearl, you can't just paint it off and add Gypsy and think no one will notice. Despite the renovation, anyone who's been around boats would know this was a 2010 model."

My jaw was dropped, my mind scrambling to piece together what was happening as I looked between a very angry Don and Vittore who's face held no emotion at all.

He was so hot.

I couldn't deny it this time. My brain could barely wrap around a single thought. He knew. Vittore knew and didn't tell me?

"Well played Mr. Martinelli but you and your Mrs. don't have the upper hand in this situation," The Raven's Don stated, no longer looking worried.

Were we not going to address the fact he was calling me Mrs. Martinelli?

I mean, I liked the sound of it but still...

"Unless you think the bullets in these guns will turn into flowers, I doubt it," Vittore mumbled, dropping his hands and backing up from the Raven's Don and pulling me with him.

I couldn't believe it.

We'd done it.

We'd won.

I let myself enjoy the short moment of victory, enjoying the warmth of Vittore's hand in mine as we backed up to the door.

"Before you leave Mr. Martinelli," the Don called and we turned together, watching the large smile on his face that made my stomach churn uncomfortably.

"How's your mother?"

My stomach dropped.

Oh God no.

Not Faye.

Vittore's hand dropped in mine and in that second, a gunshot sounded and one of our shooters went down.

The pianist and singer from before, now dressed more casually, their bodies adored with weapons dropped out from nowhere and a scuffle begun. I pulled out my gun but before I could shoot, Vittore pulled at my hand and took me with him out the door. I held up my dress with the hand that occupied the gun as we run down the side of the yacht.

A shot sounded as we rounded a corner, the bullet barely missing my chest. I continued to run but footsteps sounded up ahead and I knew for a fact we couldn't go behind.

"Ti fidi di me tesoro (Do you trust me tesoro)?" Vittore asked loudly.

"At this moment, no," I answered honestly but Vittore rolled his eyes before guiding me to the side rail and climbing it.

"Jump," was all he told me and I needed no more encouragement to take his hand, climb to the side and dive off the rail into the dark sea below.

The cold waters hit my skin, its icy fingers sending goosebumps along my flesh as I pushed myself to stay at the bottom.

I opened my eyes in the salty water, looking around for Vittore until I saw a splash of pink and black beside me. Warm fingers circled around my wrist and I was pulled through the water to someplace else.

Gunshots sounded, the sound though incoherent under water, was still unmistakeable. Bullets cut through the water like harpoons and we were lucky none of them hit us. When Vittore and I came up for air, we were behind another boat, far from the yacht.

I looked at him, his gaze seeming unfocused before he started to swim to land. I followed him and watched as he pulled himself out, turning to me with and open hand which I took as he lifted me on the other dock we'd found ourselves on.

"Why did he mention your mother?" I asked quickly and Vittore shook his head, his fingers slightly shaking as he peeled off his wet jacket.

"I have no idea but I'm about to find out."

We walked together stealthily through the docks and got out of there, ending up at a small gas station. Across it was a phone booth and we quickly crossed the road to get to it.

Vittore picked the phone up and dialed a number. I stood by his side, watching his back, luckily, having not lost my gun in the need to escape. I listened as he talked to the person on the other side in Italian but at some point, he stopped and his eyes rose to meet mine.

"What?" I mouthed but he didn't answer me. His eyes dropped to the ground and he put the phone back.

"What is it Vittore?" I asked louder, trying to make my eyes meet his.

"Vittore," I called, my hand going to his face and turning his head so he could look me in the eye.

"What's wrong?" I asked gently, slowly, my thumb running along his cheek.

"The transport I sent my mother with..." he licked his lips and gulped, his eyes pained. "It was attacked."

"What?" I gasped, my heart dropping.

"No no no no. Please God no. She's fine right? They don't have her do they?" I asked.

"No they don't," Vittore answered and my heart lifted for a second.

"They don't have her because she's dead."

Faye was... gone?