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“Matias, here. She left a note.”

I backtrack to the kitchen, where he is standing, holding a small piece of paper. I rip it from his hands and read.

“Matias,

You were in the office and it seemed important so I didn’t want to bother you. I went to my mom’s to tell her about the baby. I’ll be back soon. I love you.

-Your Sophie.”

I crumble the paper. “We need to find her. Now,” I snarl, knowing Michael will take the opportunity of her being out on her own.

When I find him, I’m going to kill him.

Death by flame.

It is only right to end this how it began.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Sophie

“Mom, don’t cry. It’s okay.” I hold my mom, the only one I remember having while she cries. She is such a good parent and after all the shitty foster homes, her home was the only one that felt right.

“I’m just so happy,” she sniffles. “I just know how hard it was for you growing up and it took you a long time to trust us. I was so afraid you wouldn’t ever trust anyone enough to have this. You are so wonderful, and all I wanted was for you to be happy and loved like you deserve. Now, you’re pregnant with twins. My grandbabies. Oh! I’m going to be a grandma. I’m so excited,” she sobs as if she’s devastated, but it’s only because of how hard she’s crying.

“Good lord, Rachel. Let my baby girl breathe.” My dad pulls my mom away, and gives me a looser hug, one that allows me to breathe. His eyes are watering when he pulls away. “I’m so damn happy for you. There is no one else in this world who deserves happiness more than you.”

“Thanks, Dad,” my voice breaks and I place a hand on the small swell of my belly, a new habit I’ve formed.

“Who is this man? Do we know him? Oh, look at that rock. Do you see that, Dave?”

“How could I not,” my dad grumbles. “That man is making me look bad.”

“Oh, I love my ring, but I love you so much more,” my mom tells him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“I love you too,” he replies, then sets his sights on me. “So, who is the man that is marrying my daughter who I haven’t met yet?”

Oh, I know that tone.

“He is very successful,” I start carefully. “Very… well-known in the city. Well, you know that I’m a nanny for a wealthy man?”

“I do,” my mom inches closer, dying for the gossip.

“I’m marrying him. Matias Mil—az… zo,” I cough to try to cover up his last name but it doesn’t work.

My dad drops his cup of coffee on the floor. “No daughter of mine is going to be involved in the mafia. No way! Hell no. If Matias has a problem with it, he can come to me. My grandchildren will not be—”

“—Dad, Matias is a good man. He loves me. He loves the twins so much already, and respectfully, nothing you say will be able to change my mind. You’ll meet him and you’ll see why I love him so much.” I check the time. “I’m sorry, but I have to go. Can we make plans and have dinner together with Matias?” I eye my dad.

“I’ll have my gun out,” he says under his breath.

“Dave!”

“Well, I will.”

I sigh, kissing him on the cheek, then give my mom another hug. “I love you both. I’ll see you later.”

“Drive safe. Tell us when you get home.”

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