CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Vittorio's voice was smooth.
That was the first thing I noticed. Not threatening. Not aggressive. Just…smooth. The particular calm of someone who had never once needed to raise their voice because the world had always rearranged itself around whatever they decided.
I stood outside the safe house in the morning air with my phone pressed to my ear and my heart doing something completely unreasonable in my chest and kept my face completely still because Daniel was fifteen feet away and Daniel noticed everything.
"I mean you do no harm Miss Morgan," Vittorio said pleasantly. Like we were discussing the weather. Like he hadn't had men grab me out of an Uber three days ago. "Everything that has happened…the club, the street, the photograph…was never about hurting you."
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