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“Maybe.”

Her expression falters, hurt and something else filtering in.

I need those strong emotions. Let them all out, Lia.

“But why? Why would you go to all this trouble to use me against Lazlo Luciano? He doesn’t even know I exist!”

There.

My muscles stiffen as she offers me what I’ve been waiting for. “I thought you didn’t know who your real father is.”

She swallows, realizing her mistake. “Grandma told me.”

“You just said she didn’t give you a name.”

“She…did.”

I’m in front of her in a second, holding her chin up with my fingers. “I torture grown men for answers, and I know exactly when humans lie. So why don’t you tell me who the fuck really told you your father’s name?”

Her lips tremble, cementing the fact that she does indeed have outside help.Fuck.How could I not have seen it before?

Her sparkling eyes flood with fear as she shudders. “No…one.”

“Lie.”

“I heard you,” she blurts.

“You heard me,” I repeat slowly with clear menace.

“You were talking with Kolya, and he told you to use Luciano’s offspring against him and you said you’d think about it. I also thought back on when you used to ask me about my Italian origins and connected the dots.”

“You’re good, Lia. You’ve become so good at spewing lies that you can make up an entire story out of scraps, but you’re not good enough to fool me.” I tighten my hold on her jaw. “You have one more try.”

“That was really it.”

“Wrong answer.” I release her with a shove and retrieve my phone. “We’ll start with Yan. After I torture him, I’ll know if it’s him. He might lose his dominant hand or maybe his neck, you never know. If it’s not him, we’ll move on to Boris, then to everyone else who’s been near you in the past few years.”

“No!” She lunges forward, holding onto my hand that’s grabbing the phone. “How could you hurt your own guards?”

“They told you or they let you meet with an outsider. Either way, they weren’t doing their tasks and deserve everything that befalls them. You’ll watch every second of it, so when I tell you to talk, you’ll fuckingtalk.”

A sob tears from her throat. “It’s someone else. Please don’t hurt them.”

Someone else? Someone fucking else? I don’t know why I hoped it was Yan or Boris. If they’d betrayed me, I could’ve dealt with it. It would’ve been even better if she’d overheard them and I could chalk all this up to something trivial.

But someone else is involved? My mind speeds up in a different direction as the worst comes to mind.

Someone. Else.

As in Lia has been meeting someone behind my fucking back.

“Who?”

She shakes her head. “I won’t tell you who he is so you can kill him.”

He.

It’s a fuckinghe.

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