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That terrifying dream only proved what I knew to be true.

I had to get out of here.

That was my absolute only choice.

I refused to end up like my mother.

I had to escape.

SEVENTEEN

Nico

“He’s in the library,”the guard said as I pulled up to the boss’s gate.

It was night, and I was tired, but there was no fucking way I was going back to my house.

She was there, and so I couldn’t be.

Unfortunately, I didn’t want to be here either.

But as I drove up the long driveway and then treaded the familiar path to the boss’s office, I pushed thoughts of Hope’s aside.

There was work to be done.

Lives riding on the fact that I did what needed to be done.

I knocked on the door, but didn’t wait for Don Carlo to answer before I entered.

He was wearing burgundy satin pajamas and a satin dressing robe.

The picture of a perfectly respectable man.

But his eyes blazed rage.

“I told you to squash shit with the Genevose,” he bellowed.

“I haven’t escalated, Don Carlo,” I said.

“That’s not squashing it, Nico,” he yelled.

I glared at him. “Do you have some ideas? You’re the boss, after all, so what would you suggest?”

The boss stopped pacing and glared at me, the room thick with tension.

It was the first time I had question him so directly, something I had studiously tried to avoid.

But tonight, I didn’t give a shit.

For years,years, this family had only functioned because of me.

And I’d had enough of his bullshit.

An easy enough statement, though I knew the sexy hostage back at my place had more to do with this than I care to let on.

“I don’t need ideas, Nico. As I understand it, Federico Genevose offered you a way to make this all go away,” the boss said.

“You spoke to Enzo?” I asked

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