Da Silva's Mistress. Tina Duncan

all he could hear was silence. No, he was wrong about that. If he listened carefully he could just make out the sound of someone breathing. ‘Hello? Can you hear me?’

      The back of his neck prickled. His fingers tightened around the phone and some instinct made him say, ‘Morgan…?’

      He heard a faint gasp, barely a whisper of sound, and then the line went dead.

      Luca exhaled sharply as icy fury sliced through him.

       Madre del Dio!

      The little witch had called her lover despite everything he’d said to her today.

      His hands clenched into fists.

      He’d let Stefania down once before; he wouldn’t do so again.

      It would take someone a hell of a lot smarter than Morgan Marshall to get the better of him.

      In the end his will would prevail.

      As it always prevailed.

      It was time to up the ante.

      Oh, yes, it was time Morgan learned just how serious he was about this.

      He thrust back his chair and stood up, ignoring completely the fact that they hadn’t finished their meal. ‘We’re leaving!’