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“No, you were super impressive. Thank you.”
“Just doing my job, Ms. Stone.”
“Please, call me Mia.”
“Mia.” Smiling, he guides me down the street. “Mr. Moretti is waiting in the car for you.”
Despite everything, my heart fills with joy. Lorenzo came! Drake opens the car door, and I struggle to hide my disappointment.
Dante reaches for my hand and pulls me into the idling car. “Come on. Let’s get home,” he says with a soft smile that I can’t help but think is full of pity. Am I really so pathetic? I settle into the back seat and Drake climbs into the front beside the driver.
“You run into any trouble at all?” Dante asks him.
“Nope. None,” he answers, eyes fixed firmly ahead.
“So, I wasn’t under arrest at all?” I ask.
“No,” Drake replies.
“We’ll be home soon. There’s no sense in you having to relive this whole ordeal twice.” Dante pats my shoulder. “Unless you need to talk about it right now?”
I shake my head and stare out the window. I don’t want to talk about what just happened, but I would like to know why the hell his cowardly older brother isn’t here instead. He really wasn’t joking when he said I’ll never mean that much to him.
Tears sting the corners of my eyes.
Dante sighs. “You know I couldn’t allow Lorenzo come to get you.”
I turn and blink at him. “What? Why not?”
“Because he would have stormed into that station and probably shot the cop who arrested you, as well as any others who got in his way.”
“You think?”
Shaking his head, he lets out a dark laugh. “Have you met him?”
Relieved that Lorenzo didn’t choose not to come, I sit back and close my eyes for the rest of the drive.
Kat is the first to rush out of the house and greet me when the car pulls up outside the Moretti mansion. She hauls me into her arms for a fierce hug, then steps back and checks me over. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I assure her.
She hugs me again. “I was so worried about you.”
“Me too.” Joey wraps her arms around both of us.
A throat clears.
Stepping back, Joey and Kat glance at each other awkwardly and follow Dante and Drake into the house, leaving me standing outside with Lorenzo. I look down at my feet.
“Mia?” His tone is commanding and deep, and despite myself, I look up at him. His dark eyes smolder with emotion. I can’t do this. Not again. “Did they hurt you?”
I subconsciously rub my wrists. “No.”
He walks down the two steps separating us and stands right in front of me, so close that I feel the heat from his body. He takes my hand and I jerk it back. The memory of his fingers on my skin is too much.
But he holds tight, inspecting the red skin on my wrists. “Who the fuck did this to you? Jake?”
“It’s fine. It was just the cuffs.”
