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“We have to go get him!”I insist.

“We need back-up first…” he seems lost in thought.

“There has to be someone we can call.”

“I suppose…We are pretty desperate.The Greco family owes us a favor.But I’m not sure Don Fera would want me talking to them.”Emilio, wise as ever.I sometimes wonder how he kept so many secrets in his head.

“Whatever we need to do, make it happen, Emilio.Get me Don Greco on the phone please.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“You don’t get to call me ‘Ma’am,’ Emilio,” I shake my head at him.

“Apologies, Miss Matthews.It won’t happen again.”

“What are we going to do with these two though?”I look at Luca on the floor; Alicia is still sitting quietly on the chair, watching it all unfold, waiting for her lot.

“I’ll get Carlo to lock them in the basement until we decide what to do with them.For now, our priority is to get the boss back.”

I nod.“It absolutely is.No matter what it takes.”And I mean it.

My darling boy, oh god, please let him be okay.

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Chapter seventeen

Regret

Icanfeelmyselfslipping deeper into the dark abyss.

I don’t know how much longer I can remain conscious.

The last conversation I had with Danica still plays in my mind, repeatedly.

So many regrets…

I’m sorry, my love.

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Chapter eighteen

Attack

Myheartispoundingin my throat.

Am I actually going through with this?

But I have to.I have to save Dante.I have never been more certain of anything in my life.

Emilio is beside me in the driver’s seat, all dressed in black—same as me, as all of us.It is almost time to move out.Just minutes now until we storm the warehouse to try and get Dante back.Oh god, I hope we’re not too late.

Carlo and another guard are sitting in the backseat.Behind us, four more unmarked black vans stand ready in the shadows on the side of the road.The tree-lined streets provide the perfect cover, even if we had to park a block away just to be safe.

The Grecos had been extremely cooperative.Don Greco saw me immediately upon request, heavily armed guards escorting me to this grand office on the top floor of a mansion that dwarfs the Fera’s.His office was filled with photographs of his family, the rest of the room’s features all blurring in my mind as I kept focused on my mission.

I’d been so nervous but determined; my voice steady as I explained our situation to the old Italian man who looked harmless (but wasn’t harmless).The Riccis are such a nuisance, he sighed.I hadn't asked what favor the Grecos owed Dante, or why they even cared in the first place.I was just grateful when Don Greco had told his guard:get her whatever she needs.

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