Chapter Seventy

Lauren's POV

“Give me the phone, nice and slow,” Santino instructed me in a tone that seemed like he was talking to a child who was holding a loaded gun.

“What are you doing here—”

“No, Darla,” Santino interrupted her before she could speak any further. “You will only speak when I tell you to speak. Give me the phone, Lauren.”

“Lauren, hand the phone to him,” Darla told me, sounding afraid and making me hand the phone to him.

“Why are you doing this, Katarina? What do you stand to gain from all of this?” I asked, staring at her as Santino used my phone to make a call.

“Damien, my good friend,” Santino greeted with a grin as Damien picked up the phone. “Yes, I’m right here with the new love of your life. You know, it’s the first time I’m seeing her in person and I must say that you have done well for yourself.”

There was a pause as he listened carefully to what Damien was saying, his grin growing even wider.

“There really is no need