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Medlov commands one of his men, who disappears to another room and returns with Mykhail.
    “Oh, my God, Dimitri! What’s going on?” Mykhail barks when he sees me tied up. “Rosalia, are you okay?” He strides toward me, but he’s held back by the guard.
    He calls his father Dimitri?
    Hurriedly, I nod.
    Dimitri turns calmly and, out of nowhere, he backhands Mykhail in the face, hard. “I would appreciate it if you’d obey me when I summon you and not make my guard have to find my own son for me!”
    Mykhail ignores his words and loosens his jaw, not shocked at his father’s outburst at all. “What are you doing with her?”
    Dimitri grinds his teeth, heatedly pointing his weapon toward me. “Her? Is she all you care about? You’ve been a disgrace to me ever since you were born, but now you’ve really outdone yourself, consorting with my enemy!”
    “I haven’t,” Mykhail protests, struggling against the guard.
    “Don’t lie!” Dimitri backhands him again.
    I wince. I never knew how strict and abusive Mykhail’s home life was.
    “You were with her last night. My guard followed you,” Dimitri explains with fury.
    “So you took her?” Mykhail shouts disbelievingly. “She has nothing to do with her family’s business. I’ve told you this already.”
    “You’re stupid if you truly believe that.” Dimitri’s glare shifts in an instant to the third guard standing to his left. “And I didn’t take her. He did!” He raises his arm with his gun in hand, pulling the trigger twice, shooting his own guard in the chest.
    While the others don’t even flinch, I gasp and purse my lips together in utter panic. After twenty-one years of living with a father who’s in the mafia, I witness firsthand how ruthless this world is. How easily they take human lives, and it frightens me to the core.
    Dimitri continues talking to Mykhail as if nothing happened, “My man was supposed to bring me Camilla, though this gives me the opportunity to settle this feud I have with you. Will you stay away from Rosalia? If so, I’ll let her go. As you can see”—he scornfully motions his pistol at me—“I haven’t injured her. But I will if you remain obstinate.”
    “I promise I’ll stay away from her,” he vows.
    “If I ever catch you with her again, I’ll hurt her badly, Mykhail. And it’ll be your fault,” he emphasizes with malice.
    “Yes, okay,” Mykhail agrees. “Just let her go.” He holds still then looks at the guard, waiting to be released.
    The guard glances at Dimitri for a command, and Dimitri orders, “Take Mykhail back upstairs. We’ll leave together after the meet.”
    “How do I know you won’t harm her?” Mykhail asks his father.
    “You’re just going to have to trust me,” he states, pointing his weapon to the ceiling. “Move him out.”
    Forcefully, the guard shoves Mykhail around a bookcase, out of my sight.
    I gulp in nervousness and remain stock-still as Dimitri’s phone rings. “Oh, it’s Fallon. During the ten minutes I was able to get inside Club 7, I gave her my card and told her to call me when she finds out. I guess she’s discovered that you’re gone.”
    Fallon? Apparently, Dimitri has gotten her involved too.
    He answers, “Fallon,” while holding my gaze and putting it on speakerphone.
    “Medlov, I believe you have something of ours?” Fallon declares, sounding anxious.
    “Very clever, Fallon,” he replies.
    “Where’s Rosalia?”
    “She’s safe with me,” Medlov assures her.
    “I want to speak to Rosalia,” Fallon insists.
    “Say hi ,” he tells me, thrusting the phone to my mouth.
    “Hello...” I attempt to sound normal but fail miserably.
    “Rosalia, are you okay? Did he hurt you?” Fallon demands in a rush.
    “I-I’m fine,” I try to ease her worry.
    “That’s enough,” Medlov says to me.
    “What do you want?” Fallon asks loudly.
    “My men failed their mission, so I want to give Rosalia back to you. But I only want to meet with you