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The date of the wedding was fast approaching, and she could feel the giddiness forming in her stomach, yet a nagging thought kept creeping back; it felt as though she was playing a game without knowing its rules. The child she carried would be Antonio and she would stop at nothing to ensure that her tomorrow was safe. She was prepared to seize her future and the wedding was just the first step.

Luca was arching back and slouching against the wall of the barely lit room watching the commotions that were going on around him. There was a palpable tension in the room, inserting oneself into any form of business was a tension that dealt with the backstreets. He turned his head toward De Silva, who occupied a large, wooden mahogany table; several of his men, including some who had just come back from different missions, were also around him.

“Doesn’t Ma’am Tasha look weird to you today?” Lucas asked when he turned his focus to the door Tasha had just walked out of, his voice containing more