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“A mistake I won’t repeat. Get off the plane. Now. Or my promise not to hurt your poor lapdog ‘Stavi’ expires.” This time, he’s the one who hangs up. I stand shaking in hot fury, debating with myself, and conclude there’s no way out of this. If I don’t do as he asks, I have no doubt he’ll hurt Stavros. Now that he knows Stavros isn’t the father of my nonexistent unborn baby, there’s no reason to keep him alive. The son of a b***h has me checkmated. I give Stavros back his phone and tell him to instruct the pilot to open the cabin door and lower the airstairs. He’s horrified by the suggestion. “No! I can’t do that!” “You can, and you will. I’m not asking.” He gestures wildly toward the windows. “He’s an animal!” “Yes, but a reasonable one. Do I look hurt to you?” After a moment, he
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