Mermaid of Sicily
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / Google Play / Kobo -- EXCERPT: Gia arrived at the base of the Eiffel Tower in disguise. An auburn wig, a pair of large sunglasses, and a wooly cap hid her identity. She approached the brown awning of the Jules Verne restaurant with supreme caution, hyper vigilant of her surroundings and potential threats. It was then that she was met at the front door by two of Q’s men. “Are you here for Signor Mosca?” one asked. “Unfortunately,” Gia chirped, sarcasm thick in her voice. “This way.” As they entered the restaurant, Gia discovered that Q had paid enough money to clear the place out completely. How much had that set him back? People waited months for a reservation—it couldn’t have been easy to compensate all those angry patrons overnight. The men escorted Gia into the glass elevator. As it rose, they passed through level after level of the brown iron that Mr. Eiffel had twisted himself. The men took Gia all the way to a table that was situated in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. “Thank you gentlemen,” Q said, patting them on the back. “I have asked the chef to set up a table for the two of you in the kitchen. Please enjoy your meal. We will come to you when we are ready to go.” He shuffled toward Gia and took her hand in his. Gia resisted the urge to pull away, her stomach lurched in revulsion to his touch. “Signorina Acquaviva, I have been looking forward to spending time with you since we met in Athens…”
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