I looked at Nico kneeling in the snow. My voice had zero warmth."What makes you think I'd want to be tested like a toy over and over again?"Nico shook violently. From the cold, or the despair."What makes you think I'd forgive a man who covered for my father's murderer?"Every word drove an ice pick into his chest. Nico's eyes went red. He begged desperately."I was wrong... I was just so scared of losing you, I did the wrong things... Scarlett, I'll do anything for you. I'll kill Bianca. I'll crawl on my knees through all of Chicago...""Some sins can't be washed away on your knees." My voice was as cold as an arctic wind. "You make me sick."I rolled the window up.The car drove off, leaving Nico in the snow. He was frozen like a statue, staring blankly at the fading taillights.The next day, the word went out, sending shockwaves through the underworld. It wasn't a formal contract, but a personal invitation. From Nico Russo himself.Valdez Ski Resort. The Alps. 8 PM tonight. I’ll b
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