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| 117 | The Other Bad Guy
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[ D O M I N I C O ]I sit beside my beautiful, smiling wife. We're alone in the kitchen, about to be done with our brunch. Like the rest of the house, this room is mostly white and not cluttered. Thanks to her. She runs this place day and night. I let her because she's the boss around here. I know better than to pretend it's the other way around.It's a modest house, but cozy. Who needs a mansion, anyway? Our home is nestled in a quiet town far away from the chaos of Florence. Here, everything looks different. Bigger. Better. Brighter. Everything around us is peaceful—the kind of peace that's eluded us for years. “Isn't she the cutest, happiest toddler?” Sephie doesn't try to hide her proud smile while she sits across from me. She's watching our little princess.Like most mornings, Steffi is dancing in front of the TV. “Hungriest, too,” I quip after catching another glimpse of the slices of pancake stuffed in Steffi's tiny hands.“They still call it the terrible two's. Right? It
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[ S E R A P H I N E ] This place is familiar. Where are we? This feels like déjà vu. The sky darkens. It's about to rain. The water stretches endlessly in front of me. Gray. Loud. Churning. The waves crashing against the shore are telling me to go away. Be somewhere else. Because we're trapped. Can't escape. We need help. But no one's coming. The water sprays my face as the waves grow. Leandro tries to reach for me. Blood drips from his forehead while he keeps shouting incoherent words. As he fights to stay afloat, the sea pulls at him, dragging him under. I'll keep waiting here. On the shore. It's oddly satisfying. Just watching him struggling. Fighting for his life. I don’t have to help. Nor will I try. It's not my job. His hand reaches out toward me. I back off. Can't let him drag me with him. It's not my time yet. I have things to do. People to take care of. His garbled words drown with him. I sigh and feel only a smidge of satisfaction. I look at the man beside
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[ D O M I N I C O ] I should be doing more. Can't just sit on my ass all day pondering the what-ifs. The maybes... Probably just the guilt talking, but, I actually am not doing much to rectify what Leandro did to her. To make that asshole pay for everything he did. To make sure the aftermath isn't consuming her. I have yet to hear the entire story, but I know I'll hate him even more once I do. I know he tricked her into showing up here in Florence. Maybe he thought she knows what happened to his precious fucking cargo. Maybe the prick suspected I found it. Sold most of it to their competition. And he thought she had all the answers he wants to hear. “Thanks.” Sephie puts on a tight smile as I hand her the laptop. “Sure.” I stand by the wall. “I'm not sick, by the way. I wore a mask the whole flight. Never took it off. Until I got here.” “Oh. Okay. That's, um... Good that you're not feeling sick, or anything.” “They say there's an incubation period of a few hours to a few
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[ D O M I N I C O ] She'll be fine. She doesn't look that bad. Should she feel like seeing a doctor, she'll tell me. Or she'll give me a hint. Stifling a sigh, I grab the doorknob and push the door open. I'm back in my bedroom. Alone. Need to make a phone call now. And privacy is necessary. I shut the door behind me and lean against it, my hands clenching into fists again. It's mostly frustration. Impatience. The anger I've been masking is just itching to come out. I need to do something now. Gotta make sure Leandro can't and won't touch Seraphine again. Or her family. Son of a bitch crossed the line. Didn't even send a half-meant apology. Now my patience, already threadbare since last night, is about to snap. I pull out my phone and ring Niccolo's more private number. For now he's the only person who can find my target much sooner than the local police can get a chance. He lets his phone ring a few times before answering, “Yo.” “Nicco, can you talk?” “Sure,” he says
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