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I shake my head. “For how long?” I choke out.

“Months.”

“This summer?”

“Yes.”

That lyingstronzo. I rise, as Renzo’s earlier advice resonates. He knew and correctly predicted my reaction. I want to cry on his shoulder, shake him, and thank him for the money and reasoning with me.

The woman stands beside me. “He’s an asshole for not telling you.”

“Yes, he is.”

“He loathes me, if it makes you feel better…”

Right. That’s why he was holding her hand.“It doesn’t. What I feel is…” I stare off into the distance. I feel everything at once. Despair, sadness, anger, and hurt, all bundled up in a ball of betrayal.

“Lost?” I hear her say.

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

There’s nothing left to say, so I excuse myself. “I’ll be going now.”

To collect on a promise.

To, once and for all, escape the monster I fell in love with.

CHAPTER 31

SANDRO

“Take her to your hotel.”

It’s my first official order from the new capo di tutti capi, which comes after the last of the Eleven leave the cemetery. I hesitate, three seconds shy of telling my father to get his head out of his ass, but Alessia pleads with me to keep quiet.

I had an epiphany this afternoon while staring into my godfather’s grave. Fuck this arrangement with Alessia Amato. Not only am I not going through with this marriage but it’s time the great Sebastiano Beneventi sees the light.

Alessia’s quiet as she slides into the backseat of the limousine next to me. I take out my phone, which I turned off for the vote and funeral service, and turn it on. Message after message pop up on the screen, all saying the same thing: Renzo and Riley are gone.

I call Tommaso.

“Tried reaching you, Sandro. They escaped.”

“How?”

“That crazy motherfucker jumped off the cliff.”

My fingers tighten around the phone. “And Riley?”

Alessia makes a face, blatantly eavesdropping on my conversation. I glare at her until she looks away. My love life isn’t her business, and it never will be.

“Escaped through the cellar tunnel. Renzo must have discovered it existed and told her.”

“They can run, but we’ll get them.” I pull up the monitor app, then grind my teeth. “Either they never left or returned home.”Or my asshole brother wiggled them free of the devices.

“Search the entire fucking island.”