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Becca. I wished James's words on finding someone else to be the Don were more reassuring. Giovani, based on how he spoke, sounded promising, sure. But I still wanted to get out of here. The more I thought about the charity idea, the more I knew we should do it. Staring at the kettle of tea on the stove, I let out a soft sigh and reached up to rub at my temples. I really hoped James would listen to me. Hopefully, my research and gathering of pictures would actually help my case so he'd begin to see my point. He was being so stubborn and just didn't understand. No doubt, even if he did find Giovanni as a good successor, the problems would continue while we stayed here. That wasn't the only reason why I wanted to go to Guatemala anymore, though. When the kettle began to whistle, I t

