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was literally keeping his heart beating, but to go straight to Isabella's side. I knew this because h

idiculously large bow on the hood. The card simply said, "For my wife." It was a shallow, insulting atte

le accounts. I was a ghost in waiting. I moved through the hotel suite, a place that had never been

ke. Isabella Ricci

tearing the city apart, calling in every favor, threatening every rival. He funneled all the Costello resources-men, money, atte

screeched around the corner, its headlights blinding me. It swerved, tires screaming, and clipped my side, sending me sprawling onto the con

g was too perfect. An accident th

tel room, an ice pack pressed to the growing bruise on my temple. He

an I care for. But let me be clear." He leaned into the microphone, his eyes finding the camera. "There is only one woman who

ove for me, dismissing Isabella as an insignificant acq

g me as his one true love, he was painting a target on my back. He was telling his enemies-the real ones,

sing me

draw out his enemies so h

on of love after a year of public neglect. The kidnapping. They weren't separate events. They were

e axe. My phone rang. It was his number. I stared at it, the screen glowing in the dim room. He was calling to s

cemail, the sound echoing the holl