Valentina's POV
"Chloe?" Her name tumbled off my lips, barely a whisper.
The pieces of the puzzle slammed together in my mind, locking into place. Chloe sitting on her bed, perfectly positioning herself to watch my alleyway fight with the masked fanatic. Chloe knowing exactly what time I was at practice. Chloe having unrestricted access to my bedroom to leave that folded note dead-center on my pillow.
She wasn't a mafia operative or a cartel hitman. She was a nineteen-year-old college student drowning in underground gambling debt, trying to save her own life by destroying mine.
Damon looked between me and her, confusion sprouting in his eyes. "Rossi, what is going on? Is this your roommate?"
I didn't look at him. I marched forward, grabbed Chloe by the upper arm, and hauled her to her
