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“But these people… the Santoros…” I swallowed hard. “Dad, if they’re behind that bomb, they’re criminals too.”
My dad’s mouth flattened. “I can’t control the Ferraros, but I can control the Santoros. They helped fund the campaign, but once I’m in office, they’ll fall in line with my agenda.”
My breath caught.Fall in line?The people who planted a bomb in a residential penthouse? I stared at him, stunned. “You made a deal with exactly the kind of people you condemn the Ferraros for being.”
He gave me a dismissive glance. “I don’t expect you to understand.”
Hot shame and rage battled in my chest. This was the man I had defended. The man I’d tried so hard to see as good. My father, who I’d believed was guided by principle and integrity. But I’d been clinging to a lie. Shielding myself from truths I didn’t want to see.
Not anymore.
I rose to my feet. “You’re right. I don’t understand it even a little. That explosion could have killed a lot of people.”
“But it didn’t." His voice was cold. "It only killed one don, and he deserved it. He was an awful, awful man.”
“You’re no better,” I whispered.
The door burst open behind me.
I spun, heart hammering. When I saw who it was, tears seared my eyes and my chest hitched on a ragged breath.
Romolo.
He stood in the doorway in a leather jacket, chest heaving, fists clenched, eyes wild.
Our gazes collided.
“Mia,” he rasped.
A sob tore from my chest, and I ran to him, a burst of frantic energy propelling me straight into his arms.
He’d come for me.
He’d found me.
This nightmare was over.
With him, I was finally safe.
CHAPTER50
ROM
Mia’s small body trembled in my arms.
She mumbled something that might have beenyou found me, and my cold, black heart broke at the thought of her locked in here, wondering if anyone was coming to get her out.
She’d never have to wonder again. She was fucking mine.
Leaning down, I brushed my lips against her ear. “I’ll always find you, Berry.”
My hands roamed over her back and arms, checking for any injuries. When I felt the bandage on the back of her head, my body stilled.
She must have felt the tension coiling inside me because she rubbed her cheek against my chest and whispered, “Just a cut. I’m okay.”
A cut. How?
My eyes snapped to the man responsible—her father. He stood frozen by the bed, his expression dark with rage.
