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zzed again, this time from an unknown number. The text

8. Dante is right here with me. You're we

bel

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show? I would

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cepted immediately-clearly, a

hoto of Isabella and Dante in bed. Then, I sent t

even registered as "Read,"

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ght, a low growl laced with suppres

is currently in Suite 8808 with my ex-boyfriend. I b

ugh the line, followed by a long sil

e again, his voice w

addr

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n a black tracksuit and running shoes, tying my

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usy anymore. It was abo

umble. Rocco leaned against it; he was a massive man, dressed in an impeccably

instant, an unspoken under

etrayal, yet suddenly, the m

a few words to the duty manager, flashed something from his

shrill laughter bleeding through the wood. The soun

red toward the door, silent

grim, si

my phone an

beep, the lo

or open, and we sto