PROLOGUE
Carlito watched his bride of one year as she went through her nightly ritual of checking all the windows and doors in their hotel room. He couldn't blame her, not after everything that had happened, especially with that note from a few months back.
Just to reassure her Paul wasn't coming back, no chance in hell, he had paid -a very hefty amount- a grave digger to dig up Paul's coffin.
Paul's corpse wasn't looking too good.
Gianna had hurled.
Gianna was also not reassured.
He had then gotten in touch with Detective Stephanie McMahon and asked if there had been anything new on the closed case.
Obviously there hadn't been.
Then he had narrowed the list down to three suspects for the note.
David, who'd spent some time in jail as well as the hospital- courtesy of Gianna and a baseball bat.
Shawn- Paul's best friend.
Matt was the least likely but with the most to gain.
Fucking irony of it all.
When Gia was convinced nobody could get in the room, no way, no how, she finally joined him in bed.
This was what Carlito enjoyed the most. Feeling her soft body pressing against his. He could always feel the tension just drain out of her as she snuggled into his protective embrace.
This was heaven.