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Lorenzo's POV I watched angrily as Sophia drove off in a car. My security were all milling around doing nothing and watching as an injured woman slipped past them and took off in an SUV. Vulture ran to me looking abashed and knowing he was in a lot of trouble. “I'm sorry, boss. We're going to get her back. We thought you had her from the chopper and our minds were preoccupied with other things.” He tried to explain. My jaw ticked angrily. I looked around using my eyes to search for Cobra. I didn't see him anywhere close so I turned back to Vulture. “Porca miseria!” I cursed in Italian. “She's an injured woman with a concussion and a whole team of security guys couldn't stop her?” I asked in a voice that was dangerous. “Cazzo!” I cursed again. I had a habit of switching to Italian
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