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Vito read my mood. As fragile as Gia seemed, she was a stubborn woman when she wanted to be. I just wish she used that stubbornness for her own good and not in hiding some fucker. “She didn’t, but I need to know. I don’t understand why she wouldn’t give me the name.” “She is scared obviously,” he thought for a moment. “Her bodyguard can’t be the reason. He is dead and can’t hurt her anymore. But he probably is. Traumas don’t really have any timespan.” “She wouldn’t hide his identity if it were her bodyguard.” I sat in my usual chair. “Get his information anyway. And make sure the Fabbri’s don’t hear about it.” I didn’t want her family intervening in this. I couldn’t trust them. Just then, Marco trudged inside, looking like he would be happier in a dumpster. Scowling was the most he co
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