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“I don’t fucking know, just get her in the truck.”

My heart is hammering against my ribcage. It is beating so hard I feel like my insides are going to bruise.

I am lifted off my feet. I can barely breathe. Whoever has their hand over my face is cutting off my air, and the world is begging to spin and grow darker.

I am thrown, heavily, onto a hard metal surface, and then I hear a van door slamming shut.

“Drive,” someone shouts.

“What the fuck is going on?”

The voice causes me to freeze.

I know that voice.

I have known that voice all my life.

The hood is yanked off my face.

I stare into my father’s eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Chiara?” he snarls, his glare angry and his voice full of darkness.

Chapter 21 - Maxim

Stefano was stupid enough to steal one of my cars, and I am quickly chasing him down, tracking his location through the vehicle security app.

“I am going to cut him off,” I speak into the phone.

“We need him alive,” Kiril replies.

“I know.”

“I can see him on the app. How far are you?” Kiril’s voice carries through my speaker.

“Five minutes.” I hang up the phone. I need to focus now. I don’t have time to keep Kiril up to date.

My tires scream as I skid around the corner toward the one-way where I plan to cut Stefano off. I immediately spot my own car as I turn onto the road, and I aim straight for it.

Stefano looks shocked as I drive straight at him.

He slams on breaks, and I spin my car to the side to block his only escape. He loses control of the steering wheel and his car spins off the road, crashing into a light, the front of the car wrapped around it as the engine chokes to death.

Stefano jumps from the driver’s door and runs straight for me as I climb out.

“You think you control everything?” he screams, pushing me against the side of my car.

“Where the hell were you?” I shout back, pushing just as hard.

“Getting out of that prison cell you had me locked in. I told Angelo everything about your plan. I heard it all,” Stefano spits.

“You told Angelo?” I ask, shocked.

“You can’t hide your lies now. Your elaborate setup to try and pull his clients into your corner was exposed.” Stefano flies toward me again, his fists clenched. “You are done, Dubrov. Your family is done.”

“Are you fucking crazy? I was trying to expose the real culprit, you fucking idiot.”

I kick out as he gets close to me and my foot connects with his stomach. A loud huff of air is forced from his lungs as he lands on the road. “Stop coming at me like that,” I shout.

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