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“You are. Believe me, you are.” I held her tight. “Tell me who it was. I can help.”

“He’s powerful. He has connections and lots of money. No one can help.”

“I can. I’m a Morelli.”

I wasn’t that weak girl shattered by an adult world. I had my ways now.

“He’ll know it was me who told you.”

“I’ll make sure you stay safe. Give me the name, Alice.”

She remained quiet for a few moments and then said, “Keith Randolph.”

Everything inside me froze upon hearing that name.

Keith Gilbertson Randolph. One of the three heirs to the Randolph mining family and a famous fashion designer. He believed his pedigree and money allowed him to do anything he wanted. And I guessed it had.

I never hated anyone as much as him. I wanted to erase his existence from the earth.

“I promise you now. He will pay.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Let me worry about that. Right now, I need to make sure you are okay. I’ll take you home and get you comfortable.”

Alice nodded and closed her tear-stained eyes, hiccupping a few times, before wrapping her arms around me and releasing a fresh wave of sobs.

The more Alice cried, the more my anger churned in my belly. I had plans for that fucker.

I wouldn’t call my brothers and make it easy.

I knew with one word from me, they’d take care of him. They’d make it hurt so much. They’d destroy him piece by microscopic piece. And I know for a fact Lucian would get a kick out of letting me watch him do it.

Maybe I should have told my brothers about what happened to me.

No, that would have been a bad idea. Even the thought of what they would’ve done scared me. My brothers were protective on a good day. If I’d told them Keith Randolph assaulted me, they wouldn’t have just killed Keith. They’d have annihilated his name from existence.

I couldn’t risk Keith’s old money ties to bring anything down on the heads of anyone I loved. I’d hold my secrets until the day I died.

Oh, I couldn’t wait to avenge Alice. That fucker wasn’t going to know what hit him.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Damon

Where the hell had she gone?

I maneuver around the swarms of celebrities and models mixed among what I assumed were fashion designers in search of Sophia.

I hated these types of events and avoided them, if possible. I only accepted the invitation to the fashion show because I’d heard Sophia was the featured model walking the runway.

Seeing her in her natural element was too tempting to resist.

And the inconvenience of rubbing elbows with pain in the ass A-listers was something I could manage for a day.

Who was I kidding? I dealt with even bigger assholes. Like Lucian, he wouldn’t think twice about putting a hit out on me for engaging in unsavory actions with his baby sister in the middle of his club.

Instead of the confrontation I’d expected with Lucian. He’d sent a note via a carrier saying.

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