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Sliding out of bed, careful not to wake him, I grabbed my phone and stepped outside of the bedroom.

Scrolling through the call log, I clicked on the number that sent my heart racing in angst and rage.

“The sun has only now risen. This better be important, Aurora,” my father irately groaned.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I feigned sincerity. “Did I interrupt your sleep? Because you sure as hell interrupted mine when you sent out your men to ambush Roman.”

Resentment carved its way further inside my chest at my father’s ignorance.

“I take it you received my message.”

“You didn’t need to do that. Not when I already agreed to help you.” Even though I had lied.

“Yes, but now you understand the seriousness of which I spoke earlier. Jeopardize my plan and your husband won’t live to see another day.”

“Your plan will have to wait. He has fractured ribs and multiple wounds.” My jaw hurt from gritting my teeth tightly.

He sighed. “You have two weeks and then I’ll send you the details of the whereabouts.”

“Two weeks isn’t enough time for him to heal.”

“Two weeksis me being generous. Don’t take it personally,mia cara.”

The edges of my phone dug into my palm from squeezing so hard. I hung up on him without another word.

I was torn between telling Roman about my father’s plan or not.

The thought of him dead sent my heart pounding with anxiety.

If I kept this secret, he would hate me for breaking his trust, but I cared more about him taking his next breath.

I dragged my feet back into our bedroom and laid next to him again.

That constant furrow between his brows had finally smoothed out.

Two more weeks was all I had with Roman. I swallowed the sobs that threatened to release.

Breaking his trust once was by force.

Breaking his trust twice was a choice.

He would never forgive me.

Chapter33

Roman

Being bedridden wasn’t how I wanted to spend my days.

It felt like I had lost every bit of control in my life, and Ihatedit.

The only perk was my wife, who seemed to have glued herself to me since the attack like a second skin as if I would disappear into thin air.

It was odd because I knew I should be grateful for her presence, yet when she was near, there was something off about her that I couldn’t pinpoint.

Meanwhile, I had asked Ricardo and the rest of my crew to search for any leads on the night I was ambushed, but none were found yet.

The cameras from the Underground Club weren’t angled at my car. Whoever targeted me was smarter than I had thought.

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