“Julian, what the f**k is happening?” Moretti whispered, tired and angry.
“The guy I called,” Julian paused, sniffing silently, “he said Sean’s system was hacked.”
Moretti threw me a sharp gaze, “your husband wants you back, right?”
“I’m not married to the bitch.” I hissed, bitter in my spirit.
“You f*****g moll!” Julian slammed the car seat. “Either you lam or you go back to kissing their ass because nothing and dare I repeat, nothing!” His eyes widened, looking like a horror movie, “must happen to my daughter.”
“How is this my fault?” I shivered, confused at to why Ricci wants me back.
“Mamaluke… mamaluke…” Moretti heaved, disappointed.
“So you’re just going to throw me out. Really?” Squinting, I tried to sound confident.
“Ricci is f*****g Teflon Don, ain’t no police alive can
