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“You could call him.”

“I never want to see him again. As far as I’m concerned, they can all kill each other. I’m leaving and never looking back.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“Your uncle and the King’s family will hunt us relentlessly.”

“That’s why it has to be tonight.”Another stretch of silence.“I could take the first flight out. To Europe. Any other continent but here.”

“I’m coming with you then.”

A soft gasp.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I am not okay with being sold to settle my parent’s agreement either. It will be easier if we are together.”

“Ella, you’d have to leave it all behind.”

“There isn’t much to leave, is there?”

“Your whole life… phone, clothes, everything.”

“Why do we have to leave our phones behind?”

“I learned from my dear husband that burner phones are better, harder to trace.”

“Okay, phones left behind.”

“I need to get to my uncle’s safe. He has some cash stashed in there.”

“Do you know the code?”

“I think so. Luciano had a passport with a fake name done for me. It is still in my purse.”

“Won’t he know if we travel under his fake passport?”

“Yes, but my uncle won’t. The moment we get to Europe, I’ll ditch it, and we can make new identification. Do you have yours?”

“Yeah, I’ve been going around with my fake passport for a week.”

“You used that same contact of Luciano’s I gave you?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Then let’s steal some of my cash and get the fuck away from everyone.”

Grace never betrayed me. Matteo was mine. I hurt my wife and could have cost my son his life.

“Fuck,” Cassio muttered.

Yes, fuck.

“This next one is from two days ago and has a video along with audio. It was from Ella’s room. I had surveillance installed throughout the house until I worked up on hacking their phones. I didn’t bother checking it since I hacked into their phones. Roberto didn’t know about any of the installs I’ve done or upgrades I made.”Thank fuck!He switched the USB. “I installed the tracing in the surveillance room, throughout the house and a separate code on the software. I used whatever Ella and Grace have been using. That fucking Roberto has been the culprit all along.” Massimo pushed a hand through his hair. “Watch this.”

Massimo turned the large screen on, and the two best friends showed up on the screen. Both of them had tumbled hair, sitting on the bed in Ella’s room.