Chapter 4Estelle✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦Rule number one of not dying in Sicily: don’t follow three shady men in sunglasses into a public toilet.Rule number two: if you do break rule number one, and they turn out to be kidnappers with a taped-up toddler, don’t sass them like you’re auditioning for Love Island.Unfortunately, I had already broken both rules.And that was how I ended up in a speedboat with a gaggle of very unfriendly mafia cosplayers and one small child who definitely was not named Sofia.“Hold him tighter,” the one in charge barked at me, shoving the boy into my arms like he was a loaf of bread and I was the bakery girl.I clutched the child, who had enormous brown eyes and tear-streaked cheeks, against my chest. He whimpered softly, and I whispered, “It’s okay, love. Auntie Estelle’s got you. Auntie Estelle has absolutely no idea what she’s doing, but she’s got you.”The men weren’t paying much attention to me now, arguing in rapid-fire Italian about “uscita” and “soldati.” My
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