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“Don’t speak to him,” I say sharply, directing the words at Aurelio before turning fully toward Emelio, because the last thing I want right now is for Aurelio to have even a second more influence over this situation than he already does.
I can feel every pair of eyes around us shifting between the three of us as the tension tightens around the gate. Emelio stands beside me with his shoulders squared, looking far calmer than I expected, considering he should not even be here right now.
“Emelio… I told you to stay in the house. Where is Franky?” I ask, lowering my gun slightly but not enough to forget why we came out here in the first place.
“He’s asleep, and heavily guarded,” Emelio answers, keeping his gaze on me for a moment before glancing past the gate toward Aurelio
