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“Okay. What about Jessica?” I asked.

“She doesn’t know anything else.”

“Is she here now too?”

“Yeah, she was brought here a few hours ago. She’s in one of the windowless rooms.”

“How much has she seen, aside from our faces?”

Rafael tilted his head, thinking about it for a few moments. “Not much. She had a hood over her head, and we made sure she didn’t hear anything.”

“Then we can release her.”

“What?” Rafael gaped at me, and Luca watched me with more interest. “Why would we do that? We can try to use her as bait.”

“It’s not going to work. Santino won’t come for her,” I said.

“How do you know? Just because she didn’t know much about him, except about the places where he took her, doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about her.”

“Did he send a rescue team for her? No, he didn’t. He sent mercenaries. Trust me. He doesn’t care whether she lives or dies. She was just temporary entertainment for him.”

“He could’ve paid them to get her.”

“Then that would’ve been their priority, but they didn’t even try, did they?”

Rafael furrowed his brow. “Yeah, you’re right. They didn’t. The tracker should’ve pointed them exactly to her location, but they went after our people instead.”

“Exactly. She’s not a threat to us, and killing her would be pointless. Get her a new identity and money, and send her away somewhere safe. Make sure she knows that if she returns, Santino will probably hunt her down, and if she goes to the cops about this, he’ll find out.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Rafael said. “She could become a problem. Making her disappear would solve it. Santino might even help so that no one ends up blaming him for her disappearance. He’ll keep things quiet for us.”

“How do you sleep at night?” Luca asked, pinning him with a glare.

“What do you mean?” Rafael said.

“She’s an innocent woman who got into a bad situation, and it’s not even her fault. And you’d kill her. Just like that? What kind of person does that?”

“I don’t think you understand how this works. We need to take all precautions, because one tiny mistake and one person who talks too much might lead to serious problems and loss of life,” Rafael said, his face serious.

“Okay, enough.” I lifted my hands up. “We’re all tired, and we should get some rest. Rafael, do as I told you. I think this risk is worth taking. Luca, come with me.”

I got to my feet and strode to the door, leaving no room for protests or arguments.

“There aren’t enough rooms here, so we need to share,” I said to Luca once we were in the hallway.

“Okay.” He didn’t seem to mind that at all.