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I nodded immediately.

You don't say no to Santo when he comes in person.

"Let me go take a shower and change. I'll meet you outside."

Santo finally steps back and places his hand on top of my head.

I freeze as his hand completely covers my skull. From the outside, this gesture may seem affectionate, and from my perspective, it's a fucking warning, and it's his way of showing me that I'm in his clutches.

"There you go, Lulu. That's how you're loved. Docile and obedient."

Stronzo. (Asshole*)

6:00 AM.

I finally go out.

I wear a simple pair of jeans and a white t-shirt with my sneakers. Usually, I would be on my way to my apartment to change and get ready for work.

I frantically tap on my cell phone screen to warn Henry that I might be late.

I freeze.

Santo stands with his arms crossed in front of his black Rolls-Royce. When he meets my eyes, he shifts and opens the door.

"I don't want to get in," I tell him loudly en