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2025-02-03 17:00:00I take a deep breath and quietly turn the lock on the door, bracing myself for whatever state Michael is in after Alessandro’s "interrogation." I know this is a stupid idea, but I can’t afford to back down now. I don’t have that luxury.
When I finally turn around, I see him still tied to the chair, his head slumped. He looks battered and bruised, his face swollen. Even so, there’s still defiance in his eyes. There’s definitely some fight left in him, and when he looks up and sees me, a smirk curls on his cracked lips.
“You…” he says, surprised. “Don’t you think it’s a bad idea for you to come in here alone?” His voice is rough but laced with sarcasm.
I scoff, trying to mask my disgust at the sight of his injuries and the anxiety gnawing at me.
“You’re tied up. You can’t do anything,” I say, trying to hide the fact that him being tied up doesn’t feel as s
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As I unlock the door, the banging stops abruptly. Alessandro’s eyes immediately narrow.“What the hell was that? What were you doing in there with him?” he asks, his voice low and menacing. I would say I was scared, but right now, I’m just over him. Luca is standing behind him, looking more focused than angry. His eyes move between me and Michael, who’s still tied up, a smirk on his lips.“Renée!” Alessandro blurts out, and I scoff, brushing past him as if his question barely registers.“I needed to talk to him,” I reply, keeping my tone calm but firm. “And you’re not going to kill him… not until I say so.” He creases his brow in confusion as his expression darkens. He steps closer, towering over me.Luca walks over to where Michael is, still bound to the chair, seemingly unfazed.“What the hell did you tell her?” Luca asks Michael, who only shrugs, th
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