t the note when Adr
holding up
te and fling it
" I snarl by wa
as to be true though, right...? I mean, y
has my eyes. But the rest of h
tely Sonya t
t's a rhetor
only be
sappeared se
irl i
s out too fuc
o voices softly. "Fuck.
a possibility she was s
ks. "We had a funer
, a body never surfaced. There was no trail, no indication that she'd
never l
awa
appeared," Adriano says, thoug
aren
t I honestly don't know myself. My head is
u gonna do?"
ter under my breath. "Thi
The grounds of my mansion sprawl into the dista
s the same as it's ever been
Evie's eyes wouldn'
uc
H
," he suggests. "Places that wil
retending she'd never arrived on my doors
ain, even if everything else
ucking do
until a few minutes ago. But she's still my fuck
re foster homes. We can find a nice couple-a rich couple-to take her. Sh
t might even be the right cho
doesn't sit
N
N
g to anyone els
responsib
er what their real intentions
his eyebrows.
rta
" Adriano says cautiously. "But do you t
good qu
ave an answer
ee his grizzly, salt-and-pepper beard. His small, dark eyes. The
"father,
'm picturing gave
n't my fuc
er what
'good' father to go by
And I'm not even sure I can r
er her for me," I say, ignorin
extensive background checks. We'll need someone discreet, but I can have
t bot
wns. "What
murmur. "A way to kill t
ave a nanny in
t, I do. She's in m
RLO
LL IN THE MAZZEO
-is tha
I inch closer to the dark, co
finitel
by the lo
os
rif
lethora of scratches that have been etched
before me tried to
s almost relieved to see the glossy hardwood floors and handcra
pt on dragging m
frames of pr
ancient medi
surdly priceless collecti
ptly, and I was hurled into a
ollectibles lay on one s
obwebs, rat droppings
h side I e
the cell and slammed the door shut. The clunk of a
s an ho
lmost forty-five minutes
ved in
. Coaching myself through this like it was just a tiny b
erventilating and pacing back and f
foot jail cell was a
l, consuming all the calories I'd consum
s back with
at landed me here
nner door that separates m
set in the middle of it is a smallish
me to poke the tips
hands into the grooves and
just for a
uuc
y own voice sent back to me, distorted and h
t do me m
arse throat and painful
d up by the darkness. I can't
the walls and chills
ques
y ques
know I
ey come
ve realized I'm miss
wn the wall. I wrap my hands around my knees
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