LOGINI watched my family scrape and starve so I could save enough to come to Sicily for a tan, a fling, maybe my first proper kiss— maybe even lose my virginity to a hot stranger I’d never see again. I did not come to wrestle a kidnapped toddler out of a speedboat at gunpoint. One minute I was hiding from a flirty Italian on the beach. The next, I was running barefoot across the sand in a bikini with a terrified little boy in my arms… while men in black suits shot at me. Now the whole island thinks I’m the kidnapper. Especially the grey-eyed man with the gun who looks at me like I’m his next target. I don’t know his name. I don’t know who the boy really belongs to. I just know the man hunting me isn’t a hero and he’s not going to let me walk away. If I survive this holiday, I’m never leaving England again. If he stops looking at me like that… I might even miss the danger. Holy hell. I didn’t just grab any child. I snatched the heir to the Don of the most ruthless mafia outfit in Europe. And his best friend—the grey-eyed man with the gun—wants my head on a spike. I never imagined I’d die a virgin. But here I am.
View MoreChapter 92Kegan✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦Six weeks.That’s how long it has been. I stood on the balcony of my bedroom at dawn, watching the sun rise over the vineyards, a glass of whiskey in my hand even though it was barely six AM. Sleep had become a stranger—two, maybe three hours a night if I was lucky. The rest of the time, I worked. Trained. Drank.Anything to keep my mind from wandering back to London.Back to her.“You look like shit,” a voice said from behind me.I didn’t turn. “Good morning to you too, Melissa.”She moved to stand beside me at the railing, already dressed for the day in riding clothes. She’d taken to going out early, riding the horses across the estate before anyone else was awake.“Couldn’t sleep again?” she asked.“Sleep is overrated.”“So is pretending you’re fine when you’re clearly not.” She took the glass from my hand and took a sip, grimacing. “Whiskey before breakfast. That’s a new low, even for you.”“It’s medicinal.”“And very pathetic.” She handed the glass ba
Chapter 91Estelle✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦“I think I’m going to be sick,” I said, setting down my ice cream.“Estelle—” Vivian started.“No, I’m serious. I just—” I pressed my hands to my stomach. “The thought of him with her. Of him touching her the way he touched me. Of him—”“Hey, hey, breathe,” Millie said, rubbing my back. “We don’t know that anything happened. We’re just speculating.”“We shouldn’t have said anything,” Vivian added, looking genuinely guilty now. “I’m sorry. That was shitty of us.”But the seed was planted. The image was in my head.Kegan, back in Sicily, realizing that Melissa was right there. That she understood him in ways I never could. That she wouldn’t make him choose between love and control because she already knew how to live in his world.“I need to know,” I said suddenly.“Know what?”“If she’s there. If Melissa is in Sicily with him.” I grabbed my phone, hands shaking slightly. “Those fundraiser pictures. From the charity gala. We need to see if she was there.”“
Chapter 90Estelle✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦Inside my apartment, I immediately called Vivian.“How was it?” she answered on the first ring.“Complicated.” I collapsed onto my couch. “He kissed me.”“And?”“And then Harrods called and wants to place a massive order and now I’m panicking and I don’t know if I can actually do this.”“Wait, back up. Harrods? As in the Harrods?”I explained everything—the dinner, the connections, the impossible deadline, the kiss.“Okay,” Vivian said when I finished. “First of all, congratulations. This is huge. Second, we’re going to help you. You, me, and Millie. We’ll figure this out together.”“But—”“Not another but. This is your dream, Estelle. We’re not going to let you fail because you’re scared.”After we hung up, I sat in the darkness of my apartment and thought about that kiss. A girl always does. Reid was perfect. Almost too perfect.My phone vibrated. Speak of the devil: *You’re amazing. Don’t forget that.*How sweet and thoughtful. I fell asleep on my co
Chapter 89Estelle✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦Reid picked me up at exactly seven o’clock in a sleek black Aston Martin.“You’re punctual,” I said as he opened the passenger door for me.“My mother raised me with manners,” he replied with that easy smile that had charmed me at the gallery. “Plus, I’ve been looking forward to this all day. Didn’t want to risk you changing your mind.”“Why would I change my mind?”“Because you seem like the type of woman who overthinks everything.” He closed my door and walked around to the driver’s side. “Not a criticism. Just an observation.”Well, he wasn’t wrong.The restaurant was tucked away on a quiet street in Soho—a place that didn’t need a sign because everyone who mattered already knew where it was. Inside was all warm lighting and exposed brick, with tables spaced far enough apart for actual privacy.“This is beautiful,” I said as we were seated in a corner booth.“I’m glad you like it. The owner is a friend from university. Antonio makes the best risotto in






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