DELIAThe car window rolled down slowly, and I froze when I saw her the same woman from Sebastian’s little Mafia circus, Priyanka. Jaw sharp, lips tight, eyes filled with that kind of hatred only insecure pretty girls mastered.“Get in,” she snapped.Not please. Not hi. Just get in.I entered into the passenger seat, reminding myself that I was not trying to die today.Priyanka wrinkled her nose like sitting next to me lowered her market value.“There’s an event tomorrow night. A private gala. Leandro will be there.” She looked at me like she was inspecting a stain. “Did he tell you?”My heart beat faster. This was my chance, the first one Sebastian gave me without meaning to.Lie or die. Easy choice.“Yes,” I said with a confidence I did not possess.“He mentioned… something about an event.”Her eyes furrowed, suspicious, but she didn’t challenge it.“Good. I need to make sure you’re not completely useless.” She drummed her nails on the steering wheel. “You’ll meet him there. And y
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