Ten minutes after the stream went dark, my eldest, Joseph Bellini, called."Mom, the bet was going just fine. Why'd you cut the stream?"My expression hardened."What bet?"Joseph realized he'd said too much. My second son, Paolo Marchetti, took over. "We were betting on how long it'd take Selena to admit she was wrong."Chloe bet ten minutes. She was just about to win..."Paolo never got to finish. I'd already had my men kick in the factory doors.His phone was still at his ear, and the smile hadn't left his face yet.At my signal, one of my bodyguards rushed over and smashed the butt of his gun into Paolo's face.Paolo went flying and slammed into the wall.Chloe Grant, the girl he'd been shielding, couldn't hold back a scream.One look from me, and she choked the scream back.Joseph stepped in front of her."Boss, Selena started it. She pushed Chloe and wouldn't own up to it."All four of the dog's legs were chained down. It was only meant to scare her. She's making a big deal out o
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