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“What?” Cruz glared at me. “She’s in danger.”

“She knows.” I grabbed my pants and stepped into them. “She’s staying.”

“She’s choosing him?” He threw his shoe across the road.

“She’s choosing the mission,” I snapped.

“Fuck,” Marco muttered, then nodded toward the house as he pulled his shirt on. “They finally figured it out?”

“Yeah, I think Emilia told Alessio she heard something.”

“Did you get anything?” Derek asked.

“Yeah,” Marco tossed me a wallet. “It's the Italians.”

I looked over the ID with a frown. “Why would they attack Dias’ mother?”

Cruz handed me a second wallet. “Not those Italians. Brazzi’s men.”

My heart stopped. “They’re not here for Dias.”

Marco shook his head. “They’re here for her.”