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He hummed nonchalantly and plopped my phone next to my plate. “Who exactly were you wanting to call?” I gulped down the bite of food I’d been chewing and wiped my mouth. “My cousin, Alessia. She’s the person I’m closest to, and I’m sure she’s worried sick.” “All right, but try not to sound too happy to be here.” He stationed himself on the bar chair next to me and began to scroll on his own phone. I clicked on Alessia’s name in my favorite’s list, and the phone only rang once when her frantic voice picked up. “Giada? Is that you?” “Hey, Al! It’s me.” “Oh my God, are you okay? Have they hurt you? Where are they keeping you?” “Al, one question at a time. I’m okay,” I said, glancing at Primo. I wanted to reassure my family I was in no danger, but that wasn’t exactly helpful to his cause. “I h
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