22
RUPERT
It was five days since Ivy and I returned from Italy, and two seconds ago, things turned to complete and utter s**t. “Were you ever going to tell me?”
I almost felt bad about my harsh tone when my friend, Noah, scrubbed his forehead with his palm. “Look,” he kept scouring, as if there were some stain between his eyes he needed to wipe out. “This is exactly why I didn’t say anything.” He pulled his hand away from his face and flung it toward me. “I knew you’d act like this.”
“You never thought to mention it after what happened in Capris?” It was not Noah I was furious with. It was the fact that now I’d have to do the thing I’d been avoiding since those criminals stole Ivy off the streets during our island vacation.
“They had a contract out on you. Past tense.” He marched to t
