It had been five months since I burned the paintings. All of them. The ones Enzo had trusted me with. I thought destroying them would set me free. Free from him, free from the weight of my father’s troubled past with the Santoro family. But I wasn't free. Instead, I found myself deeper in a web of trouble than I ever thought possible. The ship that was supposed to smuggle me out of the country, the one I had carefully arranged, had been overtaken by the Iron Hand Cartel. Miguel Mendez, the leader of the cartel, had seized control. He took the ship, and most of the passengers, too. People who I had made friends with had died. Only a few of us had survived. “ Wake up!” A voice said piercing through my sleep. Suddenly, cold water drenched me from nowhere making me open my eyes. “I said wake up!” I coughed, sputtering as the water dripped down my face, but it wasn’t enough to clear the haze of confusion lingering in my mind. My muscles screamed as I pushed myself to my feet, every join
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