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I’ as I bust it open and step inside, “Frank, you fucking oddamn hands off—”

I freeze

Aup at me

Theat the crown, neatly coure, and that signature blond hair that caught my eye

But it’s not her

It’s not Frank

It’s just another pair of innocent civilians who are staring into the face of a furious, delirious Mafia Don while fearing for their lives

A surge of guilt washes over me

I was so sure it was Harper So sure that Frank had recaptured her

But I rong, so wrong

Fuck!

“T-Take anything y-you want,” the man stammers He holds up his hands in pure fear

They think … I want their money?

His wife looks even more terrified Her botto, but she can’t remember how to form a word

Fuck What the fuck a?

I raise my hands “Never mind”

And then I turn and walk back out the door and out into the parking lot

Claudio pulls up at that moment in a blacked-out SUV As soon as the vehicle stops, doors fly open and soldiers pour out

I wave them back in “Go back,” I order

They all pause, confused, hands already reaching into their jackets to withdraw guns and knives and go take dohatever enemy their boss has corralled

If only they kne laughable that was

Claudio eer seat “Is it—?” he starts to ask

“No,” I interrupt “Forget that Forget this”

I stride past hiet home

“Are you sure?” he asks quietly

I nod, unable to answer his question without yelling at him

I’ to find Frank and chop off his head