SIMONE POV
The walls of my room felt smaller than ever. I paced like a restless animal, bare feet slapping against the marble, rage crawling under my skin.
Uncle Baron. Feeding information to the Russos. Feeding 'them' everything they needed to kill me.
The words Carlos had spoken wouldn't stop echoing. They carved themselves into my skull, heavy and poisonous.
Nicholas had warned me. 'Family will always betray you.' I had hated him for saying it, had clung to the desperate belief that my blood, at least, would mean loyalty.
But now? He'd been right all along.
The betrayal burned hotter than fear. My pulse thrummed with it, my hands shaking. I wanted to scream. I wanted to smash something, claw the walls, rip Baron's smug throat out with my bare hands.
Instead, I mut
