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I cleared my throat, suddenly fighting the urge to drive my hand through his heart. "Tell me, Stefano. How is it that you know all this?"
All nonchalant, he answered, "One should always keep tabs on your investments."
"And what was your investment in all this?"
One corner of his mouth curved up. "Yeah, I forgot to mention one little thing."
"What thing?" I balled my fists, my palms sweaty while my skull pounded with a warning.
His half grin turned into a full-blown, ugly as fuck smile. "The girl, her name is Rachel."
"Yeah."
He smirked, seconds feeling like hours. "Her name is Rachel⦠Rachel Morello."
