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‘If you were supposed to do it together, then I suppose you both failed,’ Luca said. ‘Do you want me to tell that to Valentino?’
Nic’s face fell. ‘N-no. Of course not.’
‘So, what will I say, Nicolò?’ Luca pressed. ‘What will I tell Valentino?’
Nic glanced once at me, his expression torn. ‘Sh-she was supposed to do it, but she couldn’t. I did everything I was supposed to.’ He flicked his gaze to me, apology written in the quirk of his mouth as he happily sailed me down the river of punishment. ‘Valentino will understand. He’ll give her another chance. With the Donata complication and everything…’ Nic trailed off.
‘You would have failed even without Donata’s interruption.’
Nic huffed a sigh. He didn’t disagree, but the truth was, Luca was right. I would have failed either way. I wasn’t able to do it. ‘Valentino will understand.’
‘Will he?’ Luca said.
Nic opened his mouth to respond, and then shut it just as quickly. He didn’t know. None of us did.
Luca let the silence linger, let the panic surge inside the car, which seemed to grow smaller and smaller. Then, at last, he said in barely more than a whisper, ‘She wasn’t ready. She’s not ready.’
‘Her shot is incredible,’ Nic protested. ‘Her aim is practically perfect.’
Luca glared at his brother, a frown twisting his lips. ‘Do you really think I’m talking about Sophie’s aim, Nicolò?’
For the first time, Nic looked at me like I might have the answer, but I was still dumbstruck, listening to a chorus ofcoward, coward, cowardplaying on repeat inside my head, feeling my own mortality hammering inside my chest. He looked back at his brother. Then he shrugged, once, heavily.
Luca shook his head, turning his attention back to the road. ‘You are so unfathomably stupid sometimes.’
CHAPTER SEVENTEENWAITING
We were barely in the door when Luca, Nic and Dom were summoned to Valentino’s office.
A debriefing.
A progress report.
About Donata.
About me.
I was told to wait outside, so I hovered on the stairs, chewing my nails right down to the cuticles. I couldn’t decide which would have been worse, having to sit inside the office with them while they walked Valentino through everything that had happened at The Sicilian Kiss, or having to wait outside on my own until he decided on my punishment for having failed.
I tried not to imagine the fury in the boss’s eyes when heheard what had happened.
I failed. I am a coward. I am useless.
I am weak. I am nobody.
Why did I ever think I could do this?
I can’t do this.
After what seemed like an eternity, my phone rang, and Valentino’s number blinked on screen. I pressed a hand to my heart and lifted the phone to my ear.
‘Come see me in my office.’
Was this it? Was this how it ended? Where would I go now? What was the punishment for failing the initiation? No one had ever told me. I tucked my phone in my pocket and stood up, rolling my neck around to try and ease some of the tension.
I walked slowly, listening to my quiet footfall on the marble floors, and imagining myself as a criminal making my way to the hangman’s noose.
CHAPTER EIGHTEENTHE FIRST LIE
