| 125 | Distractions

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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