“Unfortunately for him, that page also included the account number for an assassin known as Il Biondo.” Taggart leaned against the sink. The whole room was filled with large predators, but somehow Lisa had never felt safer. “You do realize almost no one in the world has seen the man’s face and lived. He’s the real deal.”

“He told me he has a code,” Remy said. “As far as I can tell, he meant it. He could have taken her with him last night, but he didn’t.”

“I had Hutch and Chelsea look into him. And hack some highly classified sites,” Taggart continued. “We believe Il Biondo is a former operative of AISE, Italy’s version of the CIA. We believe his legal name is Giovanni Vorenus. He comes from a wealthy Venetian family whose history apparently stretches back almost forever, according to the lore. Anyway, Gio was the last of his name until he married and had a son. That’s where things go poorly. He returns from an assignment only to discover that his wife and son have been killed. He disappears the next day and resurfaces a year later with a dye job and a new business.”

“That’s terrible,” Lisa said, her heart softening toward the man who’d tried to kidnap her.

“But it explains a few things. He wasn’t going to harm you. He wanted the account number, but he didn’t intend to kill you.” Remy laid back. “He could have taken me out or left me for dead. He could have taken Lisa with him last night. I wouldn’t have been able to stop him.”

Taggart nodded. “Does he have what he…” He put a hand out. “I don’t want to know. Just tell me if he’s going to come for her again.”

Remy shook his head. “No. He’ll honor his word. Don’t worry about him. Our business is done.”

It wasn’t, but Big Tag didn’t need to know it. If Big Tag knew they were meeting Il Biondo on Friday, he would likely send out a ton of people to protect them both and scare off the man. Remy wanted this over with and Lisa agreed. It was time to look to the future.

There was a knock on the door and her sisters were there. They’d both made the trip, hurrying to get to her, and she realized that miles couldn’t change her family. Laurel rushed in, but Lila hung back. If there was one thing she’d learned, it was that family required work and tolerance, too.

She looked at her oldest sister and waved a hand to bring her in. “Lila, please come here and hug me. I’ve missed you and I’m so sorry about some of the things I said to you.”

Tears in her eyes, she joined them, wrapping her arms around her sisters.