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Chapter Eighteen
Tara opened her eyes. Tied tightly to a hard wood chair, she blinked in the cold light of the hanger. The air was cold and the private jet stood silently in the huge building. She recognized it immediately. Conti-One. She’d flown on it many times. She wasn’t surprised to see who her captors were. Her eyes fixed on the woman who sat on the desk opposite her.
“You just won’t f*****g die, will you?” Tara’s speech was slurred and, humiliatingly, she felt a gob of drool spill from the side of her mouth.
Norah smiled coldly. “Oh, I will. Just at the end of a long, happy life with Giacomo, instead of when a spoiled, bratty, little b***h like you decides it’s time.”
Tara smirked. “I swear you must have a magical v****a. Lucian wouldn’t kill you when I told him too. Giacomo
