CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

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Maya's POV Luca's hand went cold in mine before he even finished the call. He hung up and was already pulling cash from his wallet for the bill before I could ask. "We need to go." "What does leak mean exactly?" "It means someone told a journalist that a Santoro heir made a deal with federal prosecutors." He stood. "By morning every outlet that covers organized crime, financial fraud, or gossip will have it." "Which makes you—" "A target. Yes." He helped me up without thinking about it, hand at my back, and we moved toward the exit. "It also means my father knows officially now. Not from Isabella. From a headline." The car was cold. He drove faster than before but not recklessly, hands steady on the wheel, jaw tight. "Who leaked it?" I asked. "Two options. Someone inside Morrison'

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