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Jagger clicks on another video. "This is Nolan."

It shows Ollie, Nolan, and two more boys eating at a lunch table. I recognize the fourth boy at once.

It's a punch to the gut.

Callum? Benedetto's boy?

I could identify his face anywhere.

I had no idea Benedetto found Callum in my boss's trafficking warehouse.

"We need to take this to the Ferraris." Benedetto's words flash back through my mind. "They said I could come to them at any time."

"Look at this."

Jagger clicks one final video.

It's the night of the explosion.

It shows Constantine, Gianluca, and Benedetto walking into the warehouse in lab coats.

Thirty minutes later, grenades fall on the warehouse roof and the entire building bursts into flames.

My stomach turns.

The warehouse explosion wasn't due to an accidental fire like Michael said.

Someone blew it up from a helicopter after Constantine, Gianluca, and Benedetto led a bevy of boys to the street.

At the end of the video, a note flashes across the screen.

Kill the Ferrari brothers. Discover how the fuck Ollie escaped the warehouse and kill him, too.

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OLLIE

Friday, June 26th

Grant's a hitman.And he works for my abusers.

I sit alone in my room with my dragon stuffy. I curl up in my blanket and bury my face under the covers, hiding from the outside world. Finn and Sparrow are watching animated movies, but I don't wish to speak to them right now.

I need alone time. To process. To think. Grant flipped my entire world on its head last night, and I have no idea how to go on.

For the past week, Grant's lies are all I've thought about. Okay, not lies—Grant never told me what he did for a living. But what he finally confessed was so much worse than anything I ever thought possible.

I freaked out and ran.

It wasn't like the times I ran before where I was afraid we got too close or needed to leave before I screwed things up. It wasn't like the time I left when I saw him lurking behind the door and didn't want to show my face.

No, this time, I ran for my life.

I fuckingdipped.

Nothing Grant could've said to me would've made it better. He's undoubtedly a Diavolo hitman who knows my captors. I feel sick when I realize it was likely him I saw at Tiffy's wedding, the mysterious man with the chiseled jaw. Fuck those green contacts I wore that warped my vision. I would've avoided a world of heartache if I'd put two and two together earlier.

Grant's a monster. A menace. A liar. It doesn't matter that he confessed he had reservations about his employers or that they're far more evil than he once thought. He does their dirty work, and likely has for a long time. No doubt he knows about the warehouse explosion and the shit the Diavolos did there. He can protest all he wants, but why would I trust him?

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