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“Vasilisa!”

And I freeze.

Vasilisa?

Wait—what?

“She’s fucking what? Married?”

“Yes, my husbandSantois here and he's angry,” she whispers.

This is insane.

I can’t be in this.

And suddenly it clicks.

The name. The voice. The man.

I take one look at the tall figure filling the doorway—dark suit, colder eyes—and I feel like the floor tilts.

Santo.

Angelo’s brother.

I met him once. Years ago. Cold. Angry. Terrifying.

Shit.

The sweeter than sugar blonde in front of me ishiswife.

I called her a bitch.

Oops.

“You told Luca you were going to the restroom,” Santo says, his voice sharp but oddly controlled as he steps inside. “And yet I find you here.”

She looks up at him eyes soft.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I just… you two weren’t talking and I wanted—”

“It’s my fault I—” Angelo begins.

“Most things are your fault,” Santo interrupts, his eyes flicking to Angelo like he’s already got the death sentence drafted and notarized.

I might almost agree with him.

She moves into Santo’s arms.. His jaw flexes, but when he looks down at her, his whole expression melts.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

“I know,” he murmurs. “But don’t disappear like that. I can’t take it.”

Something tightens in my chest. Watching them.

Angelo fucking got me good.

“I’m an idiot,” I mutter to myself.

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