Page 145 of Valentino

That doesn't fit.

If Francesca had Amanda's phone, if Basile's men took Francesca, if the route still got sold to Enzo, then the leak doesn't start where I thought it did.

The drugs make it hard to keep the thought together.

"Later," I say. "Not like this."

"Liar," Amanda says softly. "You're already thinking about it."

"Not well."

Her mouth trembles once before she gets it under control.

I tighten my grip on her hand.

"Luca," I say. "I need to know."

Her face changes.

"Dante's finding out. He said⁠—"

"I said you'd want it from me directly," Dante says from the doorway, "because you don't trust secondhand information."

He walks in wearing a suit clean enough to annoy me. His eyes move once over the room. Door. Window. IV stand. Amanda. Me.

Then he looks at the way I'm lying and one corner of his mouth lifts.

I already hate whatever he's about to say.

"For the record," he says, "I have a photo."

"Delete it."

"No."

"Dante."

"It may be useful one day."

"To who?"

"Me."

Amanda makes a sound that almost becomes a laugh.

Dante's expression changes before mine can. The humor leaves him fast.

"Luca needed blood," he says. "A lot. Skull fracture, punctured lung, broken ribs. They stopped the internal bleeding an hour ago."

Amanda's hand tightens around mine.

Dante looks at me. "They say he'll make it."

I close my eyes.

The breath that leaves me pulls at every stitch.

He turned the car into the impact to keep it from hitting Amanda's side.