Chapter 21

-It depends on you.

“I will keep my mouth and my son's mouth shut.

-I hope so.

I walk out of there leaving him with the memory of the motivation to remain quiet and get in the car with one less task.

“How did it go?” Trevor asks me on the phone.

-Perfect.

—Next destination: —Caleb speaks— hell.

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Two days later.

This time I go alone while the others take care of the other. I get Napoli's text before entering the place where no one is waiting for me. I traveled in the private jet for six hours to land in this elegant and romantic country.

I knock on the wooden door with my characteristic sound and without waiting for an answer I make my way.

"What lousy service from this place!" What kind of service do they hire here!? — I complain. The servants scream when they see me, they run and the armed men and women arrive pointing at me. My arrival is surprising for the French.

"Ryder, honey, what entrance is that?" The blonde appears on the first floor railing. She is just as beautiful as a