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His eyes narrow. “She’s pregnant?”

My men shift uneasily, but I stand firm. “Yes. And now she’s out there alone because you scared her off with half-truths.”

Felix looks away, a fleeting flicker of regret. “She has a right to know what happened,” he mutters. “Her father was shot down, and I know a Bellacino was behind it. Maybe not you personally, but?—”

“Exactly. Not me, personally,” I cut him off. “I was part of that war, yes. But I didn’t kill Yuri, and I didn’t condone it either once I knew the facts.”

He scowls. “She’ll never believe you. Not after seeing that meeting on camera.”

I glare back at him. “We’ll see. In the meantime, you have one chance to help me find her. Who else knows she’s a Petrov and who else might come after her?”

Felix hesitates, clearly torn. Finally, he exhales, sagging in my men’s grip. “There are a few. The Abramovics suspect some Russians in the old Petrov territory. They’re the ones who gave me the footage, told me to make sure she sees it.”

A fresh wave of anger sears through me. “You delivered their message, so they control you now?”

He doesn’t deny it. “Times are hard. They pay well. Said it was for justice.”

I scoff. “Justice or revenge?”

He lifts a shoulder, defeated. “What’s the difference in this city?”

I stare at him, silent.

God, Eva, what have we done to push you away?

I motion to my men. “Let him go.”

They blink, surprised, but release Felix’s arms. He sways and rubs his wrists, eyes flicking between me and my men like he’s debating whether to bolt or beg.

I step closer, my voice dropping to a threat-laced whisper. “If you want Eva safe, you keep your mouth shut about her location. If you find out anything else, you come to me first. Understand?”

Felix’s jaw clenches, his eyes burning with defiance and fear. “Fine,” he snaps. “But you have no idea how deep this goes, Bellacino. They’re out for blood.”

“I’m used to it,” I growl. “Now get out of here.”

I watch him vanish around the corner, shoulders hunched, tail tucked. My crew waits for direction.

“We’re done here,” I say. “But keep an eye on him. If he tries to run or talks to anyone with Bratva ties, I want to know yesterday.”

“Yes, Boss.”

I linger a moment longer, staring down the quiet street as the sea breeze curls through the alley.

Out for blood.

They’re about to learn mine doesn’t spill easy.

CHAPTER 30

EVA

I’ve been camped at Halsey’s for a few days while she’s out of town on a work trip. I’m trying not to think about how I walked away from Dante, and… well, everything.

I pace the living room, phone in hand, scanning the local news on the off chance there’s a story about my disappearance. Nothing so far, but I’m not about to let my guard down. If Dante is half as cunning as I know he is, he’s probably checking traffic cams, building security feeds—anything he can to track me down.

Which is why I’ve been extra careful. There’s a shop across the street from Halsey’s building with a well-placed security camera. If Dante pulls a few strings or just pays off the right people, he’ll be able to grab that footage and ID me, narrowing down my location. So I’ve been using the back entrance instead, with a busted overhead light and zero cameras.

I flop onto Halsey’s couch with a groan. The cushions are worn and sagging in the middle, but it’s still comfortable. I’m half a city away from Dante, yet his presence lingers, as if he’s right next to me.

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