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An ugly smile curls Giuseppe’s lips. Giacomo, who I sense is the true leader of the three brothers, is watching us intently as Davide and his wife laugh with guests.

“The chances are low,” Giuseppe grunts, “but never zero. The man who plans something like that—he would beuno scemo.”

A fool.

The gears are turning in my head. In this world, in my dark world, there is no such thing as a coincidence. If tonight is a kind of truce, I decide to take a chance.

“Sal Imperi.”

The flash of recognition in Giuseppe’s eyes, alone, is enough to confirm it.

“What are the chances that he’s a bigger imbecile than I realized when we met?”

Giuseppe nods. “I’d say you have a good sense of people, if you caught onto that. Sal has been oily since the day he started climbing the ranks. Of course,” Giuseppe grins, holding a hand out to shake mine, “men like us, you and I, we would never work together… but do whatever you need to. I won’t get in your way unless…”

He looks meaningfully toward his boys, his heirs, and there’s no further need to explain.

I won’t touch any of the Sartorres.

I don’t need to. Giuseppe Sartorre has confirmed a suspicion that has been growing like a vine in me for weeks now.

Sal Imperi isn’t just the rat—he’s the nest.

Chapter 19

Audrey

The knock startles me. It’s gentle, barely there, but after the nightmare earlier… I can’t help my heart pounding in my chest. Waking up to an empty house in the middle of the day after dreaming of Sal hunting me down wasn’t ideal. It took everything in me to resist texting Konstantin…

And I’d failed.

I’m still holding my breath when I open the door, not sure what I expect—another shouting match, another bloody confrontation. Sal’s threats still ring in my ears, echoing from every surface of the house after that nightmare. Only this time around, he threatened to cut the baby out of me.

Instead, it’s Lev.

And behind him—three more men. All quiet, all enormous. All dressed in charcoal and black, as if the mob has a standard uniform. This gets a smile from me that I try to hide, and Lev quirks an eyebrow.

He doesn’t say a word, unsurprisingly. But the others… they nod at me, one of them giving the smallest smile, as if to saywe’re not here to hurt you. Not unless someone makes us.

“Uh…” I glance behind me, at the house that I’m about to leave because of a silly dream. I mean, it’s not like I’ve never had nightmares before. “Is it… he’s fine with this…?”

Lev nods, then takes his phone out, typing effortlessly for a moment. A modulated voice sounds out: “Mr. Martynov would like you to spend the night at his home, Audrey, if you’re comfortable with that. He is unfortunately unable to stay here overnight due to a meeting this morning.”

It’s so professional, so unlike what I imagine Lev would ever speak like, that I just stare for a moment. When I’d texted Konstantin earlier to see if he could come be with me, there was no reply. I didn’t expect this.

“Is he mad?”

Lev doesn’t answer. Instead, he just gestures.

Come.

I stare at them for another second and then sigh. There’s no point in arguing. I don’t even change out of the soft cotton lounge dress I fell asleep in after working at the remote office today. I just grab my phone, a cardigan, and my purse.

When I step outside, Lev is already walking, the other men falling in around me like I’m some kind of princess—or prisoner.

It feels excessive. But… sweet. In a twisted, only-Konstantin way.

They’re protecting me.He’sprotecting me. I’m not sure I’ve ever had someone do that, and it finally starts to dawn on me that maybe Konstantin really meant what he said. Maybe there’s a world where I don’t feel so alone anymore…