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“We do not allow traitors in this family.”

“It’s a good thing I’m not a part of this family then, huh?” I turn on my heel and walk toward the door.

“Sofia made up your old room.”

I stop and turn back to him. “You don’t really expect me to stay here, do you?” I laugh sarcastically.

“It’s for your safety.”

“I’ll be fine on my own, you made sure of that.” I turn and walk away.

“Greer, don’t walk away from me,” he demands.

I spin, facing him. “Bash, I’m going to stay at a hotel. Enzo will send you the details. I’ll be safe there and it will give me space from you. Please let me go.”

I phrase it as if I’m asking. I’m not. I’ll be leaving here tonight, but he is still the Don and appealing to his ego will help me avoid a fallout.

He grunts. “Fine, but I want to know if you leave.”

I nod, turning back toward the entry.

Lo opens the door, and Gio looks at me with sympathy.

“Ready?” Enzo asks.

I nod and silently follow him out. I hear the three men follow close behind as we make our way to the front door.

“Leaving so soon?” Sofia asks as she comes down the stairs.

“I am. If only Bash would have called instead, he could have saved some money,” I quip, making Sofia smile.

“We must do dinner before you go,” Sofia says.

The guard opens the door and Enzo walks out and I trail behind.

“You will return to Italy in two days,” Bash calls from behind me, making me stop.

“I could always get a new ticket.” I raise a brow. I turn to walk away but stop. “For the record, Bastiano, I would never do anything to go against you. Whatever I do, remember it’s for me and me alone. It has nothing to do with you.” I walk out before he can respond, and slide into the car next to Enzo.

The ride is silent other than Enzo telling the driver where to go. Once at the hotel, we check-in and make our way up to the presidential suite. Enzo checks the room for listening devices before giving me the all-clear to speak.

“That was risky, Greer.” He shakes his head in disappointment.

“I didn’t say anything,” I say as I pick up the room service menu.

“That’s the problem, Greer.” He sighs. “You could have told him about your ‘hobby’.” He air quotes. “Instead, you went on the attack.” He looks away, choosing his words carefully. “I know firsthand how non-existent your relationship with each other is. He hurt you when he sent you away and killed a small piece of you when he didn’t tell you about killing Karrisa himself. But he is your brother, and as much as you deny it, you fall under his rule.”

Ignoring him, I pick up the phone and place an order for both of us.

Setting the phone down, I say, “I know. As much as I hate him, I love him.” I frown. “Just like someone else I know,” I say under my breath.

“Will you see him?”

“See who?” I ask coyly.

“The Irish man,” Enzo deadpans. “It’s been almost a year.” He tilts his head, studying me.

“It’s over. We both know it. I’m going to go shower. Knock when the food arrives,” I call over my shoulder, heading toward my room. I grab a change of clothes from my bag and head into the bathroom.

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