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Everything was preserved, carefully and with reverence There was no dust on the surfaces, everything was spotless, yet the hairbrush still contained strands of dark hair

It was very clear what this hen I entered the closet, seeing dresses, blouses, shoes … all cluttering the space, thrown the way a teenage girl would, discarding the what to wear

A shrine

My fingers trailed along the fabrics, getting a taste for who this girl had been The girl Cristian loved Who he’d kept alive in a sick and twisted way

She was innocent Pure She wore Mary Janes and listened to boy bands If she had survived, she definitely was not being fucked by a forty-year-old in her cheerleading uniforined she’d be part of the honor society, heading debate, loved by all She wore fucking ribbons in her hair

My hands stopped when they landed on a white sundress It was expensive—that priirls ofaspierced belly buttons as a er to their conservative parents

The girl ore this dress did not give a uratively or otherwise, that much was clear

The girl ore this dress had the love of the most ruthless man in the city, if not the country, before he’d turned into a monster

This was it This was Cristian’s one weakness The softest part of hi he’d done toto do to me

I snatched the dress before I changedit in my closet That would be used later

For now, I had to find so that Detective Harris could use

Soood

Chapter Fourteen

It wasn’t a smart idea

And I’d considered myself a smart woman

To get to where I was, from where I came from, I’d had to be Smart and manipulative

Skills that were re evidence on my mafia Don fiancé