Not just because helping her was dangerous—but because every instinct he had told him this was a spiral he wanted no part of. Not to even mention the fact that he would be hurting Valentina.
"All I need from you, my darling," she said softly, "is to be my feet in New York. Go places I cannot reach," she continued. "Deliver messages I cannot give. That's all."
"You're a witch, Bianca."
If the insult bothered her, she didn't show it.
Instead she smiled.
"I grew up in the mafia," Bianca said slowly. "But I was mostly dismissed because I was a woman. I learnt everything. I learned how things get done. I learned how people disappear."
Ricardo felt a chill crawl up his spine.
