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James, Cam, and more soldiers.
    Adriano settles a hard-edged glare he’s honed to perfection on us. “This is our first major party, and we get breached. This is unacceptable! Looks like I have to beef up the security detail, yet again. I thought I had a faultless system. I did pay a fortune for it, Wade.”
    “You do have the best system. That wasn’t at fault here,” I defend resolutely.
    Luca calmly leans back against Adriano’s desk, stashing his gun in the back of his pants as Adriano starts to issue orders to those who are Syndicate members, but I stand back since I’m not one.
    Club 7’s sex club is more successful than the Ukrainian sex club, and I believe the Ukrainians are trying to eliminate their competition. Yet this mission makes no sense since they came in and were overpowered so easily. The question is, what was their goal?
    My phone chimes in with the confirmation message that the entire club is contained.
    As I’m about to inform everyone, Luca’s apparently wondering the same thing as I am since he says, “Why would they go on this suicide mission? We’re missing something vital.”
    Cam asks, “Where are Rosalia and the guard that was downstairs with us?”
    “Rosalia?” James questions. “Isn’t she already gone?”
    “No,” Cam replies.
    James calls his daughter. “No answer.” And Alessa next. “Is Rosalia with you?” He shakes his head.
    I’m on alert instantly for some reason.
    “Check the camera feeds to see if she’s anywhere in the building,” Adriano advises James, who goes into the security room.
    After several minutes, James comes storming back into the office and snarls, “Rosalia’s missing.”
    “Something else is at play here,” I conclude, looking at Adriano and Luca who nod in agreement.
    It looks like the war between these two organizations is about to erupt. If that’s the case, then I can be of help as an agent who can provide an arsenal of gadgets and weapons.
    This is my chance to make myself indispensable to the Syndicate.

CHAPTER 3
    Rosalia
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    I wake up with a jolt, shivering from the cold that crawls over my bare shoulders since I’m still in my corset. My arms and feet are tied to the wooden chair I’m sitting in, and my head feels heavy as I open my eyes.
    When I’m confronted with three blond men holding guns, I shriek. And I recognize Mykhail’s father, Dimitri Medlov, as he sneers at me.
    “She does resemble Camilla,” Dimitri states, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “But she’s not the one I wanted!”
    So he meant to capture Cam and got me instead?
    The last thing I remember is discovering that Ukrainian men had gained access to Club 7 and someone smothering me from behind. Now I’ve woken up in – what appears to be – a bookstore.
    “Rosalia Calderone,” Dimitri says as he squats down before me and angles his head to the side, examining me. “Do you know why you’re here?”
    “No.”
    This is the first time I’ve been involved in Chicago Syndicate business. My mother wouldn’t allow it, so I’ve never really known what the Syndicate does, except sell drugs. I only know that I’m ordered to trust no one, not granted a lot of freedom, and not permitted to talk about my family with outside people.
    Dimitri rises slowly. “I don’t like you hanging out with my son and that your family owns Club 7. I want that club, and I want to rule the Chicago area. However, I’m in a lenient mood today; therefore, I haven’t hurt you. But I’m warning you this once to stay away from Mykhail from now on. That boy might be too stupid to know when someone’s using him, but I’m not.”
    What the hell is he talking about? This man’s paranoid. I’m not using Mykhail.
    Dimitri’s nostrils flare, and suddenly, he fists my hair and traces the barrel of his weapon down my cheek. “I’d wipe that smug grin off your face if I were you.”
    I swallow my fear and attempt to school my expression.
    “Get Mykhail,”