They wouldn't have told Richard they'd have me back in a year otherwise, right?

Right?

But I know that they could have easily lied to my brother or he could have gotten the information wrong in his drug hazed head. They could have told him that if he gives me to them that his debt would be clean, with no promises to return me anywhere in the picture.

No, you read the fine print of the contract that you signed. It clearly said you'd be at the disposal of the Costa family for a year before being returned.

Until December 21st next year, I belong to them.

Gravel and snow crunching brings me out of my thoughts. I school my expression, as I'm finally brought face to face with Giovanni Costa, and what a face it is.

Even from afar I could tell that the cruel man is handsome, but now that he's directly in front of me, the height of his beauty hits me hard. His light brown eyes are piercing, the orbs promising death in their hard glare. His jaw is hard, and his lips plump, yet it doesn't make him look soft in any way.

My eyes move over the rigid set of his shoulders before moving down to his big hands. I glance at the guard behind him, unsurprised when the man doesn’t meet my gaze. I continue to take him in, not missing the slight bulge at his hip where I know a gun rests.

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