The Mafia Don Married Me For Revenge.
SLOANE
“Midnight, we move at midnight,” I said, as I nodded. I loved how my sternness worked for Annika.
“Why midnight?” she asked, and I adored that. She needed details; I needed to give her details.
With the details, she knew what we were up against; she could measure the dangers.
“Because the guards take a small smoke break at exactly eleven forty,” I said, and she nodded. She waited for more details.
“The camera in the hall blinks slowly, the color changes from green to yellow. And there’s a servant who switches with the driver at midnight. That’s where my father comes in with his men.” I paused, and then I continued.
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