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NYSSA'S POV:When Mia finally released me from the bone wrecking hug, she stared at me all over as if I was her child. It reminded me vaguely of coming back home as a child and my father carefully inspecting me after I had fallen on the stairs. “Are you alright? What…what are you doing here?”She stuttered, and in her eyes I could see the disbelief and the shock. Starbucks was the last place she had expected to see me. “I came to have lunch…”“Lunch?” She interrupted me as she took my hands, squeezing them fondly. “Roman came back alone, Nyssa. And I've heard different versions of the story, but I knew you were in the hotel room that was bombed. At least that's what everyone thinks.”I smiled exhaustedly. “That's what we wanted everyone to think.”“We?”Mia directed me to the sink where she managed to lean on it. She was older and her bones more frail, and I wanted to desperately apologize for the inconvenience. There was no way I was supposed to be arranging for a meeting in a toi

ADRIAN'S POV:“Please leave us.”I watched everyone who had been in the office leave, including Leonardo. As he moved towards the door, I stopped him midstride as I called his name. “Except you, Leonardo.”He returned to the office and proceeded to lock the door behind him. I looked at Nyssa, who stood next to my table and back at Leonardo. “You two may not know it yet, but you are the reason I still have faith that what we're going to do will work. Your anger at your life being taken from you, Nyssa, and your hatred at the same man who killed your parents plays a huge part in pushing us towards our goal.”I paused, glancing at Nyssa, who gazed at me in return, the anger and the hatred still visible in her eyes. “And we're going to take him down. Nyssa,” I gestured to her,”You're supposed to be with your parents. Why did you come back?”“Seeing my parents wasn't important. This is way more important. I believe I have information that can implicate Roman Adams. Information that I b

NYSSA'S POV:The sun was up in the sky the next morning when Mia arrived at Starbucks. She had her phone in her hand, a scarf around her neck in what I presumed was a way of her trying to disguise herself, and a pair of black rimmed sunglasses that made sure she didn't look anything like the old woman who controlled and supervised everything that went on in Roman Adams kitchen. Before she even got to where I sat down, I made my way to the toilet as she scurried behind me. In the toilet, she removed the dark sunshades, revealing the kind eyes that had given me a home in the hostile environment of the Adams household. “I'm sorry, Mia.”Those were the first words that left my lips. How could they not be? She had literally risked her life for my sake. If Roman or even Charlene knew that she was seeing me and hadn't notified them, the consequences would break her. I was putting her life and that of her children at risk, and I wasn't going to be able to forgive myself if anything happe

NYSSA'S POV:The sun was starting to set when the camera's location showed that it was back in Starbucks, where it all started. That meant only one thing, that Mia had done it. Adrian Giovanni was the first person in the room to lean back in his chair, letting out a huge breath that stank of relief. For hours, the important men who controlled the workings of the Giovanni family had been following the camera movement on the monitor. It had gone from the Adams estate down to the Adams delivery company and back to the estate again before Starbucks. It had been an entire fifteen to eighteen hours of waiting, of nerve wracking watching, listening and hoping everything went according to plan. So far, it had. “Congratulations Nyssa Dimitri. If this works successfully, the Giovanni family is forever going to be in your debt.”I shook my head in disagreement as I grabbed my coat, preparing to go down to Starbucks to meet Mia, who I hoped was the one holding the camera. “No, Adrian. I di

NYSSA'S POV:“Who I am does not matter, chief Brendan Smith. It's what I bear that matters. In my hand is important evidence, one that could elevate you in the force and bring the man you've been chasing to his knees.”His eyes not leaving mine, the chief of police promptly closed the newspaper he had been going through earlier. I had his full attention now. “If you expect me to take you seriously, miss, you're going to have to come clean. Who are you? And what do you intend to prove with…” he gestured at the camera in my hand, “with this?”I smiled at him despite the fact that my heart was basically a drum. It was beating rapidly, the fear of being recognized slowly crawling up my skin no matter how hard I tried to push it away. “It's no secret, chief, that you've been chasing Roman Adams for a while now. You suspect him for something, but you don't have the necessary evidence to prove it. This..” I shoved the camera at him again, “This solves all your problems.”When he eyed the