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y voice was low.

grip tightened. His fi

my fiancée. You can't walk out becau

. "I'm not jealous,

es nar

Vitello, but you're going to be my

spe

the air between u

till smelled of his mistress's che

andle. I turned to face hi

ed through the

e side. He staggered b

n didn't hit men.

ust a woman. I

had fai

pping closer until he could see nothin

cheek, eyes w

," I said. "Y

ain. Backhand th

, but the pai

ist. Rage flicke

You're

e, Luca. I'm a

e. Almost disl

cared of the marks, too scared of what m

ed the

preparations," I lied, my voic

. Red-faced. B

o believe m

oo much to question the slap, to

Run to your daddy. But

n't a

de the elevator

inst the hood of

he cigarette. Crushe

rom me without a word.

passenger d

ed as he slid into the dri

e apartment window where a dar