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Vivienne I knew I shouldn’t have come back here. Among all these people dressed in black with their heads bowed in respect were men whose hands were stained with blood. Most of them were enemies and one wrong move meant bloodshed. It was glaringly obvious that I didn’t belong among them… The mafia. At my hiccup, a few of my mother’s friends threw disapproving glances my way before returning to their whispered gossip and empty condolences for my wailing mother. I scoffed. She didn’t even love him, so why all this drama? Don Alessandro Romano… my father had been a monster, even to his wife. It was honestly a surprise I had been allowed to attend his funeral at all, especially since the last time he had seen me was six years ago. On my sixteenth birthday, the day all I had asked for was my freedom, and he had given it to me at the cost of my last name. I left home that day with nothing. My eyes drifted to the framed pictures standing side by side: my father and my brother.

Vivienne “Surely you don’t mean that?” Cassian said nothing. I just stared at the cracked phone in my hand, unable to believe they had somehow gotten to him. “This is some sick scare tactic,” I snapped. “Forced arranged marriage and kidnapping? In this day and age?” The longer I glared at him, the stronger the urge grew to leap over the seat and beat the living hell out of him. “You psychopath!” I screamed, his silence getting to me. “What did you do to him?!” He didn’t answer, and instead his silver-gray eyes met mine briefly in the rearview mirror. I lunged for his shoulders, causing the SUV to swerve hard then he slammed on the brakes so abruptly that my body pitched forward. Cassian caught my wrist before my head could hit the divider. “Sit back,” he said coldly. “I don’t particularly appreciate you trying to get us killed.” “Fuck you and what you think!” He exhaled once… and even had the nerves to look like he was exhausted from having to deal with me before he pulled

“No.” I cried out in a cracked voice, shaking my head as I did. “No, Silas wouldn’t do that.” Cassian leaned against the dresser with an infuriating smile plastered across his face and, as if to rub it in, he added, “Well, he did.” I eyed him. “He was scared!” I threw back. “You kidnapped him, shoved money in his face, threatened him… obviously he wasn’t thinking clearly!” Cassian’s brows rose. “So denial it is. We’re doing denial now.” I launched the nearest pillow at him, but he caught it one-handed. “Get the fuck out.” “Valentina…” “FUORI DALLA MIA STANZA, BASTARDO!” I said in Italian, figuring he would understand that better. For a second, I thought he might say something infuriating but he didn’t. Instead, he dropped the pillow back onto the bed and headed for the door, but then, at the threshold, he paused. “You can tell yourself whatever helps you sleep,” he said without turning around, “but Silas still drove away richer and without you. Before you act out tomorrow, rem