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LORENA

“Thank you,” I said to the Uber driver. I knew Alessandro wanted us to take his driver so he knew our whereabouts.

If Ella and I failed, I couldn’t risk any of what we were about to do to be pinned to Alessandro . For Matteo’s sake.

The likelihoods of Ella and I killing Santos Snr were slim to none. If we succeeded with our plan, we’d run again.

Somewhere the Santos family couldn’t find us and sell us like cows, But first, I’d make my father and mother pay… for everything.

Needless to say, we haven’t made it to Alessandro ’s fundraiser yet. If my father was there, it would be easier to handle my mother alone.

She wouldn’t expect it, so we might have an element of surprise. Getting rid of one then the other might be our only way.

My five inch Louboutin’s hit the pavement as we exited the car. The large, wedding cake style marble steps opened a magnificent view to a large mansion.

The Calvino Mansion that had been in my father’s family for centuries.