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I kick him in the face for mentioning her.
For using her as a manipulative tool for his benefit.
He falls against the wall, and blood pours from his face.
“I’m not giving you a million dollars, especially after seeing this.” I gesture toward the drugs and alcohol. “Sell a fucking kidney if you have to.” I knock on the wall. “Good luck. You’re going to need it.”
“What about half?” he yells to my back. “Sammie said he’ll take half a million right now until I can get the rest to him.”
I don’t turn to look at him. “No.”
He still struggles to breathe. “They might not go after Neomi because she’s married to you, but they’ll go after my sisters. Neomi will never forgive you if she finds out you could’ve stopped it.”
I turn on my heel, charge in his direction, and wrench his shirt in my fist. My pulse skyrockets.
“I’ll give you five hundred grand.” I stare at him in repulsion, spit flying with my words while I work my jaw. “Tell him you’ll have it tonight.”
He sags against the wall when I release him and rubs at his throat. “Thank you, Benny.”
“I’m not doing this for you.”
I turn around and leave, slamming the door shut behind me.
Now, I have something to return to my wife.
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
NEOMI
With everyone gone,the mansion is boring.
Natalia left with Cristian for a doctor’s appointment.
Gigi went to her aunt Helena’s bakery to help since they’re short-staffed.
I briefly consider inviting my sisters over, but I’m unsure what Monster Marchetti’s rules are toward guests.
I decide to pass the time by searching Benny’s room. Not that I find much—condoms, a few weapons, and a safe in the corner of his closet, hidden by a faux bookcase. I attempt to crack the safe’s code four times before accepting defeat. It’s not that I want to rob Benny. I’m just nosy.
Cristian and Natalia stroll into the mansion when I return downstairs. Well, Cristian strolls. Natalia waddles. She’s wearing an oversize black sweater, showing off her baby bump, and leggings.
They’re staring at a piece of paper in Natalia’s hand.
“I can’t believe he’sthatbig,” Natalia says in a chirpy voice laced with excitement. She rubs her stomach while holding the paper in the air.
Cristian plants a kiss on her head. “We’re getting closer, sweetheart.” He lowers himself to where he’s eye-level with her belly and kisses there next.
My chest squeezes, and I can’t stop myself from smiling.
The rumors aren’t true.
Monster Marchetti does have a sliver of a heart.
At least for his wife and children.
Anyone else, I’m sure he’d slit their throat in a heartbeat.
That means there’s hope the prince does too.
