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Almost.

And he hated that, too.

Why the hell did she still have no sense of self-preservation until now? She was always so damn honest. He just fucking wished she had it in her to realize that he was no liar either. Because they would still be together if she had, and then there would be no need for him to hate himself...the way he was hating himself now for still wanting her.

So fucking bad.

To the point that he just fucking couldn't make himself turn away the moment he realized she hadn't completely closed her bathroom door.

The tiny crack was enough to afford him a glimpse of her bare breasts as she undressed—-

Fuck.

And Keiran was harder than a rock in an instant. Harder than he'd been in the past three years actually, and he hated her for that as well.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He knew he should stop staring.

But he couldn't.

And the only reason he was finally able to turn away was when he felt his phone start buzzing in his pocket.

The message was from Giancarlo Marchetti, asking to meet with him.

Giancarlo was the eldest grandson ofLa Strega,the matriarch of the Marchettis, who was New England's most powerfulfamiglia.

More importantly than that, however...

Giancarlo was also Viktor Biancardi's former best friend.

And if rumors were to be believed—-

He was the last person to see Biancardi alive before his disappearance.



















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