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He has all the documents secured.

I slip the phone into my dress, but a beep comes much quicker than I expected it to.

Then, let’s just move on to killing him.

I inhale.

Finally. I thought we would never get here. It’s clear that my mother and sister are not safe and if killing Antonio is what will make them safe, once and for all, it will be worth it.

Chapter Eighteen

Antonio

As I walk into the bar, I’m greeted by bemused stares. It has truly been ages since I was here. When I walk to the bar and settle down, I hear Gracie gasp.

“No fucking way, do my eyes deceive me?” she cries.

I smirk. “Do you have to be such a drama queen?” I ask as she comes over to me.

“Yes! Yes, I have to be, especially in a situation like this that calls for all the drama. Where on earth have you been?” she asks.

The question is barely out of her mouth when her eyes fall on the ring on my finger, and she gasps so loudly that everyone in the club turns in our direction.

“You’re married?” she whispers. I smile.

Truth be told, I have no idea why I wore this ring today. Maybe it’s my emotions taking over. It’s at this club that I first met her, after all.

I smile and look down. “Yes, I am.”

She leans in and whispers. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but no one thought you and Vivian would work.”

I chuckle. “I am not married to Vivian,” I reply.

She sighs in relief. “Good for you, sir, because everyone in the club hates her. She made me peel shrimp the last time she was here,” she says with resentment shining in her eyes.

“I apologize for her,” I say.

Gracie waves her hands. “All that jazz doesn’t matter. I am dying to know who this woman is,” she says.

I chuckle. “If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me,” I say.

She shakes up my drink, pours it into a glass, and hands it to me. I take a quick gulp and sigh.

She looks at me with knowing eyes. “Ah, I see, marriage problems already?” she asks.

I nod. “Something like that,” I say.

She chuckles. “I heard from Donatello that you have ten minutes before your meeting, so hit me,” she says.

“I shouldn’t have married her,” I say, for the first time, saying my regrets out loud.

“Aww, is it that bad already?” she cries.

“Not with her,” I sigh, “I am the problem. I just—I just keep hurting her, and no matter how much I try to make up for my mistakes, I just end up making it worse.”

She looks at me and nods. “Have you tried apologizing?” she asks.

How do I say I am sorry for taking her from your family, locking her up like an animal, forcing her into marrying me, and now keeping her away from her friends?

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