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Face and neck damp with sweat, I glanced to the other fully conscious person in the room. I opened the door wider and quietly stepped in.Ricchar watched his wife closely as he rested on the wrinkled comforter. Then he looked at me when I stayed slouching by the door. "Grazie."His wife remained still on the single bed. Cloe's face and extremities were no longer covered in her own blood. The exhaustion had knocked her out before her wounds got stitched and bandaged carefully—I had to stitch up the biggest ones to ward off infections.Ricchar and the guards trusted my first aid skills and training enough to let me do whatever I thought would help Cloe best. To our advantage, the Falcos' former medical staff had stocked first aid drugs and enough medical supplies in the mansion's basement, vital in cases such as this. The cold, dry basement was perfect for stocking emergency meds and supplies.◆MILES◆"What d'you mean 'we can't leave'?""The risk is too high.""Her dad's critical in the hospital." I took a step back and sighed out loud. The frustration, confusion, and worsening anxiety was already constricting my chest. My father's inexorable response did nothing but thin out my patience.Fine. We shouldn't just leave the estate af
◇ KEL ◇What on Earth's happening?
◇ KEL ◇He'd seen me buck naked?Where? How? I never sashayed around his house in just my underwear. Never. Nor could I recall an incident where I'd posed naked in front of the camera. Even semi-topless photo shoots were out of the question. The most revealing catwalk outfit I'd worn only revealed a third of my bust. Even the big-name Italian brands...it didn't matter. Miles didn't let me pose nude, either, and he said I didn't have to, and that my parents had enough reasons to dislike him."Still there?" I shouted from inside the shower area. No noises from outside could be heard in the bathroom. It was like the light gray walls were soundproof. "Yeah."I froze under the showerhead. His muted voice sounded near. Standing by the sink? "Forgot to lock the door again, stupid," I mumbled to myself."It was that one time I found you in the bathtub, close to drowning. Just out of it. Puked your guts out all night.""What?""After Paul's party. You were drinking like a pro all night
◆ MILES ◆Every punch, every strike, every heavy blow to the head had the guy shouting profanities at the armed men beating him till he could barely speak. I winced and watched from afar. Fortunately, I wasn't the one hanging from thick, long chains, clutching onto them as if my life depended on it.The guy in shackles lifted his head while the rest of his bruised body helplessly swayed. The taller goon toyed with a baseball bat, using it to hit Niccolo's outstretched limbs."Figlio— Cazzo!" Niccolo's handcuffed wrists stayed attached to a concrete beam. Metal clanking against metal echoed within the cold walls of the basement. We all watched the Vinciguerra heir suffer. At least he still had the energy to swear out loud.I scowled when Niccolo glared at me again. Utter hostility hardened the guy's darkened eyes as I stood in the corner. Watching. Waiting.Did Niccolo blame me? It wasn't my fault we ended up here. He made the choice to betray my trust; the guy even tried to black
◇ KEL ◇"Maxim."His mom's voice. Did she need something? I turned and saw Mrs. Falco, who smiled at me after calling out to her son using his childhood nickname."Sorry to hear about your father being ill, Mykaela. I hope he feels better soon." Mrs. Falco walked towards us while carrying a small black box, her white dress and shiny hair just showing off elegance and poise."I just checked on Cloe and Charr again. We called for paramedics again but she's doing much better. Thanks to you, dear.""Glad I could help, Signora." I flicked Miles' forearm and gestured for him to acknowledge his mother."Maxim.""What, Mamma?" Miles kept focusing on his phone screen and didn't even look at his mother.His bored sigh and rude tone made me slap his arm discreetly. "Everything okay, Mrs. Falco?" I asked the matriarch.Ofelia lagged behind Mrs. Falco, now carrying a tray of food. The maid served plates of colorful biscuits, fruits, bread, and juice on the coffee table in front of me and Miles."G
◆ MILES ◆"Can't take any chances, Maxim."Alright. Whatever. Mykaela's safety would be at risk if I didn't shove her out of my life. It would confuse and hurt her, of course, but Ricchar's forethought and cautionary advice made a lot of sense. And I should understand that he was only looking out for me and Kel.Out of all our cousins, he was the only one whose opinion I respected. The only one I actually liked to be around. The others only saw me as the problem child. "The prodigal son" and some other derogatory adjectives that bordered on absurdly judgmental. "How do I even tell her about them? About the deal?" I muttered, still unsure of what to do next.Ricchar scoffed at my question. "You can't. Are you serious right now?" "Why not?" I frowned. "She'll listen. She'd understand.""You just can't," Ricchar almost shouted. "What is wrong with you?""Charr, she's not dumb or stupid.""She doesn't need to know anything. She shouldn't. You'll just put her in a very risky situation, b
◇ KEL ◇"Enzo will stay in the guest room near yours. For your convenience." Ricchar didn't say anything else after he told his security guys to transfer Cloe and Enzo out of the basement.It happened before I retreated back to the guest room, which served as my private room for the rest of the weekend, until I could hop on a flight to New York to visit my family.
◇ KEL ◇"Mykaela? Sweetie?""Mom." I sighed with relief. My mother's endearing but worried voice sounded faint on the other end. I locked the door behind me.The solace of the private guest room provided the comfort I ne