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33: Beatrice
“What is it like, then?” I asked. Then, without waiting for him to reply I went on a tirade. “I asked them for help dealing with your family. I went to them for help after they brutally massacred my heart last year but I sucked it up because I was sure I was going to get assassinated by your fucking henchmen and what were you doing? Conspiring with them behind my back, and for what? To try to play hero? To try to win me back for them?”
I stopped to take a breath and I could see the hurt in Alessio’s eyes.
“How long have you been selling out your family to the FBI?”
Alessio’s eyes burned with anger at my latest accusation. “I’ve never sold out my family to anyone.”
“No? Then what do you offer the FBI? What’s your value to them?”
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