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Chapter 110Estelle✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦“Scared of what?” he asked eventually, his voice dangerously quiet.“Of you,” I admitted. “Of how much I felt for you. Of what it would mean to actually commit to someone whose life is so far outside anything I’ve ever known. Of—” I stopped, tears threatening again. “Of losing myself in you completely.”“And you think that’s changed?” Kegan finally turned to face me, and the emptiness in his eyes was devastating. “You think a few weeks apart suddenly made you less scared? Made me less dangerous? Made our fundamental incompatibility disappear?”“No,” I said honestly. “I’m still scared. You’re still living in a world I don’t fully understand. We’re still complicated and messy and probably terrible for each other in a dozen different ways.”“Then what’s the point of this conversation?”“The point is that I’d rather be scared and complicated and messy with you than safe and simple and completely hollow without you,” now that I had his attention, the words tu

Chapter 111Estelle✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦I sat up too quickly, my head spinning. “He WHAT?”“It gets worse,” Vivian continued. “He’s also implying that Kegan’s family is—that they’re involved in organized crime. Nothing concrete enough to be sued over, but enough that people are digging. There are articles everywhere about the Kegan’s family, their business dealings, their connections—”“Oh my God,” I whispered.This was my fault.All of it was my fault.If I hadn’t chosen Reid. If I hadn’t let him into my life, into my business, he wouldn’t have had ammunition to—“Estelle, are you still there?”“I have to call Kegan,” I said, already searching for my phone. “I have to let him know that I had no hand in this. I have to—”“He already knows,” Vivian said gently. “Marco called me. Kegan’s handling it. His legal team is already all over it.”“They are?”“You need to prepare yourself. The media is going to come after you too. They’re going to want statements. Want you to confirm or deny Reid’s clai

Chapter 113Estelle✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦I set down the champagne glass and tried to calm my racing heart.Two more hours until we landed.Two more hours until I had to face Kegan.Two more hours until I either got closure or got completely destroyed.The landing was smooth.The private airfield was completely isolated, surrounded by what looked like vineyards and olive groves, with a single black SUV waiting on the tarmac.“That’s our ride,” Marco’s voice came from behind me.I turned to find him standing near the jet’s exit, looking amused and sympathetic in equal measure.“You are dropping us off personally?” I asked.“Someone has to,” Marco said. “Plus I wanted to give you a heads-up before you walked into the lion’s den.”“What kind of heads-up?”“The family’s here,” Marco said. “Russel, Allesia, the kids. Dylan. Some of the extended family will arrive later. It’s…” He paused. “It’s a lot.”“Why are they all here?”“Thanksgiving dinner,” Marco said simply. “It’s a tradition. Everyone comes

Chapter 115Kegan✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦I watched Estelle flee from the dining room like the hounds of hell were chasing her.Her friends scrambled after her—Vivian shooting me a murderous glare over her shoulder, Millie pausing just long enough to mouth “asshole” before disappearing down the hallway.“Well,” Marcel said into the silence they’d left behind. “That was entertaining. Should we take bets on whether she makes it past the gates?”“She won’t,” I said flatly, reaching for my wine. “I’ve already instructed security.”“Of course you have,” Marcel said, amusement dancing in his voice. “Because nothing says ‘I’m over you’ like having your security detail monitor your ex-girlfriend’s movements.”“She’s not my ex,” I said before I could stop myself.Everyone turned to look at me.“She’s not my anything,” I amended, draining my glass. “She’s just—”“The woman you’re very obsessed with.” Dylan supplied helpfully. “I can’t believe this shit is happening again.”“I’m not obsessing,” I said throu

Chapter 117Estelle✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦I sat on the cold stone bench near the fountain, my arms wrapped around myself.Vivian was pacing like a caged animal, her heels clicking angrily against the cobblestones. “I’m going to kill him. I’m going to actually kill him. Do you know people who can help me dispose of a body? Because I’m about to need them.”“Vivian,” Millie said from where she sat beside me, though even she sounded less calm than usual. “Deep breaths. Murder is still illegal, even in Sicily.”“I doubt it is.” Vivian hissed. “Because from that dinner conversation, I’m not entirely sure these people recognize the concept of ‘illegal.’”I laughed—a broken, bitter sound that surprised even me. “They were discussing cutting off someone’s hands like they were deciding what wine to serve.”“Over pasta,” Millie added helpfully. “With a toddler at the table.”“A toddler covered in pasta sauce,” I corrected, because apparently my brain had latched onto that detail and wouldn’t let go.We sat