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Sofia.

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I walk through the front door of our Milan apartment just after 8:00 p.m.

It’s been a long, horrendous day—one that I never want to repeat.

“Hi.” Olivia smiles as she rushes to greet me. “Are you okay?”

I wrap her in my arms and hold her tight. “I am now.”

I get a vision of Sofia and Sergio on the concrete, and I bury my head into her neck.

We stand in each other’s arms for an extended time. Olivia doesn’t move and she doesn’t speak. She just lets me hold her, which is what I need right now.

I know that Lorenzo had called her to tell her what happened and where I was.

“What did the police say?” she asks as she takes my hand and leads me into the kitchen.

“They just wanted to know what happened.” I take my tie off and throw it to the side. “I made a witness statement.”

She pours me a glass of wine as she listens.

“Something else came to light at the police station.”

“Oh?” She hands over my glass.

“Your friend from the gym, Jennifer, and her guy are undercover federal police.”

She frowns. “Huh?”

“They’ve been sent in to try and get me on something.”

“Who told you that?”

“The Chief of Police, Olivia.” I sip my wine, unimpressed that she would doubt me, even for a second.

“Oh my God,” she whispers.

“It gets better,” I continue. “Sergio bought drugs under my name on credit. He was obviously going to sell them without me knowing. He had them delivered to our yacht in Monte Carlo. The police know all about it.”

Her face falls. “What does that mean?”

“It means they are waiting for me to pick them up so they can arrest me for drug possession.”

Her eyes widen. “Fuck.”

My phone rings. It’s Lorenzo. “I have to take this, bella.”

“Sure.”

“Hello,” I answer as I walk up the hall to my office.

OLIVIA

After turning the faucet off, I lie back and squeeze the hot water from my sponge, watching as it falls over my chest. The bath is deep and hot, causing the room to fill with steam.

Sofia. Poor Sofia.