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It reminded me of my constant paranoia
over Alberto entering my cell. But, at least Alessandro
didn’t do
anything against my will, not yet anyway . He just terrified me with his
hungry stare. Even though I had been fully dressed, he made me feel
naked and vulnerable with the way he’d stared at me. God, chills
ran up my spine just thinking about it.
    I stopped outside the
Don’s room,
where another soldier was stationed. He opened the door for me. I
entered with my escort, finding the black-haired woman sitting on
the Don’s bed, glaring at another soldier standing a few feet away
from her.
    The woman’s attention
shifted to
me. “You’re the nurse?” she said, sounding surprised.
    I nodded and headed for the Don, who
was still unconscious. I checked the dressing the soldier had
wrapped around his head. The blood flow had been stemmed.
Regardless, he still needed to be monitored closely, especially
since brain swelling was a major concern.
    The woman started talking again. “If
you’re the nurse, then why was that horrid Santini trainer treating
you like a sex slave?”
    I looked across the bed at her. “I used
to be one before becoming Jagger’s caregiver.”
    “ Which means you’re not now, so
he shouldn’t be harassing you.”
    “ I agree, but I don’t think
he’ll quit anytime soon. He ordered me to come to his room on his
birthday.”
    The woman rose to her feet,
her face showing her
displeasure .
“Of which you won’t, and if he harasses you again, inform me. I
don’t care what he says; I will find a way to get rid of
him.”
    “ Thank you.”
    Her angry expression fell away,
a smile replacing it. She headed around the bed, extending her hand for me
to shake. “My name is Camila Donatelli; I’m the Don’s
fiancée.”
    “ Ye s, you mentioned it downstairs.” I
shook her hand, nervous over who her family was. They had kidnapped
me from the D’Angelos on the way to the airport. But, in a way I
should be grateful to them, since they had stopped me from being
flown to Spain, and, unlike Alberto, they hadn’t hurt me. All they
did was place me in a cell, seemingly forgetting about me until I
was returned to the D’Angelos.
    “ The engagement is fairly
recent,” Camila said, “which means I have numerous things to
arrange before the wedding can take place.”
    “ Sophia,” the Don moaned,
grabbing our attention. He stirred in his bed, but remained asleep,
the man appearing to be dreaming. “Sophia,” he repeated.
    Camila’s face hardened. “Do you know
anything about Sophia Salvi?”
    I shook my head.
    “ What about the woman
downstairs?”
    “ The FBI
agent? ”
    “ S ì .”
    “ Her name’s Rita Kovak. Jagger and her
escaped the Donatelli—” I cut myself off, realizing I’d mentioned the woman’s
family.
    “ Continue,” she said.
    “ She said she cares for the Don.
They seem to have a connection.”
    “ When was she brought into
the house?”
    “ About a week ago, but I could
be mistaken. The majority of my time here was spent in a cell, so I
rarely knew what day it was.”
    “ If it has only been a week, or even two, it
seems rather strange that she cares so deeply for my
Frano.”
    “ I agree, but she seemed genuinely
concerned for him. She was shielding him with her body, stopping
Jagger from further assaulting him. If anything, her actions and
words gave me the impression she has known him for a
while.”
    “ I agree; there’s something rather
peculiar about that woman, which is why I need you to dig up everything you
can on her.”
    “ I’m not allowed to roam the
house freely, so I wouldn’t be of much help to you. Besides, my
priority is to Jagger .”
    The Don stirred, capturing our
attention. He opened his eyes, appearing disorientated.
    I moved to his side. “How are you
feeling?”
    “ Where’s Rita?” he asked, bringing a
hand to his head.
    Camila shoved me out of the way. “In a
cell—where she belongs.” She sat down on the bed and took a hold