Ripping the bandaid
CAT
"How did you know?"
Will looks at me like he wants to bend me over his knee and punish me for even asking, but he taps my nose instead. "What made you think I would sit back while you were struggling with so much?"
I thought I had hidden it well. Will already has more than enough on his plate, I didn't want to give him something more to worry about—especially not something directly related to yet another of his enemies.
But when he tells me the secret assassin protecting Elena found out someone has been following my sister, all my previous suspicions of him vanish like a puff of smoke.
For a long time, I thought protecting Elena was a front and the assassin's real mission was to act as a reminder to me, that if I ever do something going against the De Santis, he wouldn't need to do so much as raise a finger for my family to disappear.