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nd worse, I can't tell Elena that it's been an empty search since.

I could recognize it in a beat. That was Rico Monroe, the Don of Bo

ou want no

for a little girl." I could hear him smile through the phone. Ri

nd

a place you ar

help me on a pressing matter. It has

! If you h

. She'

o you want? I know you wouldn't cal

s. Now, here's what you do. Sign the documents my men will bring

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old and we're good to go, R

f a b

d gave him the authority to have my head if I stepped foot into Boston. To be honest, I had no interest in Boston's affair

her whereabouts. Maybe because I didn't want to, and I felt bad. This was all my fault. This girl wouldn't have been kidnapped if I had protected them. When

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d sitting in this room and doing nothing. My husband, Russo,

was looking for her and I appreciate their support. My th

n," I r

y heart practically fell out of my chest in joy.

found

you I

. Russo's height was at least six f t six, m

t looking at my eyes. He had this look on his face-l

nk y

in no time. For now, she's sleeping, maybe she nee

teary eyes. He answered with

that was a relief. I hadn't heard from Russo after he left the room, so, after Nera went back to sl

his voice behind me as I was

u. I was loo

, hands in his pockets, wi

liste

you for Nera. It me

ine. It's

ppreciation. I'd cook dinner

t given, Mr Santoro, but you're my husba

" he said, openi

st one dinner. That's what Nera wants. I promis

me or be nice. It was scary, I wouldn't say I find him scary though. But

," he

walked out. I could feel

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cause I hadn't made anything. Thirty minutes of scrolling through YouTube and I'm perplexed on what to prepare. Maybe pasta would do, pasta and

of a cook," I said when he sat down

tes good. I guess my husband talked at the dining table because he said nothing. I watched him eat and completely abandoned my food. Slowly, my eyes slipped to the way

would feel hot all over from loo