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Was this what fear felt like?
“Cali, I swear, if you harm her in any way.”
“Shut the fuck up, Paolo. I haven’t hurt not one of those pretty, loose curls on her head. She’s tucked away safely in her bed.”
“What do you want Cali, really? And don’t bullshit me.” he gritted his teeth. He was losing his patience with her.
“I told you, amor. I want you.”
This crazy bitch. He was about to lose his shit. He’d hunt her down and gut her like a motherfucking fish when he found her for threatening what was his.
“Where and when?”
“We’ll be in touch,” she vowed and hung up.
She was motherfucking right. They would be in touch because when Paolo got his hands on Cali Martinez, he’d watch the life leave her eyes. His gaze moved to Dante. “Find her. She’s here.”
“Will do. Franco has eyes on Lyric,” Dante announced, then left the office.
