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46. Cards out

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“I told you she couldn’t be trusted,” Bianchi said, spreading a set of photographs across Vincent’s desk.

“Take a look at this. That rat had the guts to do this right under our noses.” Bianchi pointed at a picture of Bella and Santiago in the school garden, his voice thick with disgust.

“I just want to drag her here and get the truth out of her. What made her think she could betray us and still live comfortably with us? Look at her. So many different meetups, who knows how far she’s gone in executing whatever dirty plan that bastard hatched.” Bianchi seethed, his fingers curling into fists.

Vincent didn’t say a word as he went through the pictures. His face was pulled into a deep scowl, his mind reeling. To say he was angry would be an understatement.

There was nothing he hated more than betrayal. And the next thing was Santiago. He despised him, and everything that was connected to him. But he forced himself to think rationally, flipping through the images with a cold, calc
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    THIRD POV“I told you she couldn’t be trusted,” Bianchi said, spreading a set of photographs across Vincent’s desk.“Take a look at this. That rat had the guts to do this right under our noses.” Bianchi pointed at a picture of Bella and Santiago in the school garden, his voice thick with disgust.“I just want to drag her here and get the truth out of her. What made her think she could betray us and still live comfortably with us? Look at her. So many different meetups, who knows how far she’s gone in executing whatever dirty plan that bastard hatched.” Bianchi seethed, his fingers curling into fists.Vincent didn’t say a word as he went through the pictures. His face was pulled into a deep scowl, his mind reeling. To say he was angry would be an understatement.There was nothing he hated more than betrayal. And the next thing was Santiago. He despised him, and everything that was connected to him. But he forced himself to think rationally, flipping through the images with a cold, calc

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