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What was it?

Anger.

Hostility.

Disgust?

I wasn’t sure. And I also wasn’t sure I necessarily wanted to know.

“I have never forced myself on you, Giselle,” he said through gritted teeth. “Don’t you ever accuse me of being like—that asshole. I’m not him.”

I let out a frustrated laugh. “Well, you’re acting a lot like him right now. Let me up, Carlo. I’m not kidding. I don’t want to be in here with you.”

With a resigned sigh, he rolled off me.

I scooted off the bed and spun around, arms crossed. “If you want to talk, I’ll stay. Standing. And I’ll listen. But if you just want to be a jerk and ignore my needs. Then I’ll leave.”

He sat up and moved off the bed. “We knew where Sergio was. And now we don’t. Okay? That’s it. None of that matters. You and Dani are under all kinds of protection. Most you don’t even know about. Nothing and no one can touch you here. I promise.”

I heard him continue talking, but I’d long since tuned out.

They knew where Sergio was.

And now they didn’t.

A gross, tingling fear crawled over my skin, and I had the immediate desire to jump right out of my skin.

And scream.

My head grew dizzy.

I couldn’t think.

Before I fell over, I somehow shuffled over to the bed and sat down. My world felt unbelievably small.

And my life seemed to hang by a freaking thread.

Again.

Or more like—still. I hadn’t been out of harm’s way for years now.

Actually—maybe never. It wasn’t like I had a fantastic upbringing. Any number of horrible things or people could have gotten me.

Before Sergio did.

And that was the really crappy part.

If my dad hadn’t given me to that—bastard, I might have had a fighting chance.

I would have never met Sergio. And I would never have been introduced into his horrible world.

I shut my eyes and rubbed my face. But then I wouldn’t have Dani.

Or Carlo.

In an odd chance of circumstance, I’d met the man of my dreams because of all the crap I’d been through. And there really was no way I would have ended up meeting Carlo Sovrano out in the wild.

And then, we wouldn’t have made Marcello.

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