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More laughter followed. Hot sweat rushed down my spine, soaking my shirt.
I ended the call, pressed the phone down, and turned to Arthuro.
He wasn't crying, but I could see he was trying to be a strong boy.
I managed a small smile. "Mummy's sorry about that little charade, okay? We're going home now."
He nodded.
My phone rang again; I silenced it.
I stepped on the accelerator and drove home straight.
——
Cassian leaned in his chair, two fingers stroking a dice, his eyes unreadable like dark clouds, as he watched me.
He was thinking, or planning, or already executing—I had no idea which.
I had no idea what he was thinking, but right now, I was fucking scared out of my mind.
Vincenzo was a psychopath. A maniac.
I was now a bigger target.
I was always a target, but now so were my children, and because of that, I was going to have to change.
My pulse refused to still. It hammered up my throat through Cassian's silence.
