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“No. Is Darren alive?”

“Barely. Life support most of the way. He won’t come out of it, and Siena only has to sign paperwork after filing to take over his next of kin as their mother is missing, and can’t do the job of pulling the proverbial plug. No one is left who will give a fuck, or can change the fact, that you didn’t marry me, and ran off instead. Not anymore.”

Jesus Christ.

“It’s over, Ginny,” Andino said, “and you can come home. Siena said your sisters have been told the truth about you recently, and they ask for you every chance they possibly can. I will be emailing Marcus with the name and contact of a pilot who is willing to overlook a hidden passenger on his private jet when he makes the trip across the border today, where he will land in a safe, private strip to drop the passenger off. You, I mean.”

It was over.

She didn’t know how to feel.

“But we are running on a short timeline,” Andino said, “because I was barely able to call in that favor and contact today. Just my luck that my old friend is making the trip this morning. So, otherwise, we’ll have to wait and pull strings to get you back home soon. It’s up to you.”

Ginevra didn’t have to think about it.

She wanted to be here.

Should be here.

But she missed her sisters. She needed to go back to them.

The boys would understand.

Surely.

“Well?” Andino demanded.

“I’ll be on that plane if it’s waiting for me.”

“Stop obsessing.”

“I’m not.”

“Corrado.”

He glowered at the phone in his hand. “What, Les?”

“It doesn’t help to sit there and—”

“Or you could leave me the hell alone?”

Alessio sighed.

Corrado shrugged.

“Fine,” Alessio muttered, “I need to pack up my shit, anyway. I got the new flight set for this afternoon, so we can head over to your parents together, and I’ll leave for Vegas after.”

Great.

Just perfect.

Corrado said none of that out loud because his pride kept him quiet. That stupid bitch of a thing seemed to follow him no matter how hard he tried to forget about it. He didn’t want to speak up and tell Alessio he couldn’t leave—right now, he was the only person here that Corrado wanted besides Ginevra, and she wasn’t calling.

All she had to do was use Marcus’s phone.

Except she didn’t.

And his phone was still in his hands, no calls or texts.