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Stamped down the dread of what I would learn of Mateo and Kazi.

Pushed away the memories of James.

I would deal with it all when I returned home, when I made it to the reunion.

Until then I would push my head into the sand and live in ignorant bliss.

I needed to, if only for myself, because otherwise?

I might have to admit that I was certifiable.

Chapter 34

D

Hisdoll.

D watched from the broken window as the man, Mateo, snapped Daniel’s neck.

Mateo and Kazi, the two annoyances that had infiltrated her life. D surveyed the scene before him for a bit longer before deciding it was time to go.

Today wouldn’t be the day for his doll to return to him. He would need to use James to lure Yara out.

James could be reunited with his daughter, Isobella.

And D could be reunited with his daughter, Yara.

Epilogue

One Month Later

It was the night of the reunion. A month had passed since the incident with Daniel. A busy month of catching up at work and not getting a moment to breathe until finally making it out here. To good old sunny Florida for my reunion.

Except I had still been too much of a scaredy cat to tell Izzy about her dad.

Except Kazi and Mateo hadn’t revealed anything yet, but my guess was they were both in a gang or some equally nefarious lifestyle.

My stomach tossed uneasily, forcing me out of the bed I was currently sharing with Izzy in a hotel.

What the fuck?

I ran to the bathroom, upending my dinner from the night before and the small amount of wine I drank straight from the bottle.

Was the shrimp bad?

That’s all I had eaten last night.

I settled a bit, and ignoring the mirror, I attempted to wash my mouth out.

What about the man that delivered my dinner? Why did he look so familiar?

He had a hat pulled over his eyes, but everything else was screaming that I knew him.

That would have to wait. I crawled back into bed with Izzy, careful not to jostle her. We had a reunion to go to, she had a man to fuck, and I had an entire traumatic event to unpack.

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“Yara, get up!” Why was my dream shaking? Why was my stomach stabbing me in pain?

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