The Ricci Heir
I stepped toward the door, but paused long enough to look back at Ciara — held between my mother and grandmother, finally believed, finally safe.
“We’ll get answers, Kitten,” I said softly. “I promise.”
And for the first time since Maeve died…
she wasn’t carrying the truth alone.
I stepped out into the hallway, closing the office door behind me so Ciara wouldn’t hear the edge in my voice. I didn’t want her worrying more than she already was.
I hit Wolf’s name on my phone.
He answered on the second ring.
“Ricci,” he said, voice low and rough, the background noise of the MC’s clubhouse humming behind him. “This better be good. I was in the middle of something.”
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