Page 32 of Sweet Sin

“Italy or Spain. Those are the languages he speaks.”

“Maybe. You don’t think I’ve scoured every Italian- and Spanish-speaking country trying to find him? He disappeared into thin air, Sav. It guts me. In a way it’s worse than Mikey. At least we know he’s gone. At peace.”

Yeah.

That doesn’t make me feel any better at all. To me, they’re both gone, and I sure as hell don’t want to be next.

I don’t want to live in a foreign country, constantly wondering if a rival family will find me. Never talking to anyone I know again.

And I don’t want to leave here.

I don’t want to leave…

I don’t want to leave Falcon Bellamy.

I’m not in love with him. That’s impossible. And even if I were, he’s certainly not in love with me.

We’ve known each other for a week.

And what a week.

He gave his sister a bone marrow donation.

I lost a friend.

Not a great friend, but still a friend.

And another friend is dating a man I almost killed.

“I’ve got to go, Dad.”

“Okay, sweetie. I’m going to get some security for you.”

“I told you, I don’t want—”

“Yeah. I know you’ve told me. And I let my love for you cloud my judgment. If you’d had security, today wouldn’t have happened, Savannah. So yeah, there’s going to be security. The detail will be unintrusive. You won’t even know they’re there. But I’ll know, and it will ease my mind.”

I sigh. “Fine, Daddy.’

Because he’s ultimately right. If I hadn’t been so hardheaded about accepting security in the first place, today probably wouldn’t have happened.

I wouldn’t have come close to killing a man.

A bad man, but still a person, and I don’t know how I could live with that.

“Goodbye, sweetheart.”

“Bye.” I end the call and pull up Jordan’s information.

Here goes.

“Sav?” Jordan says, sounding breathless.

“Yeah, it’s me. You okay?”

“I’m getting ready to go to bed. I’ve got an early meeting. What’s up?”

I have no idea what time it is, but Falcon and I were supposed to eat dinner. It’s dark now. I should wait until morning.

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