Finally, she exhales, mimicking my movement backward, shielding her eyes from the sun with one hand. “Did you…did you really kidnap that girl?” “Keeping tabs on me, sister?” She scrunches up her nose. “You can’t go anywhere back home without hearing about it. She’s a Mafia princess, Kal. What are you even thinking?” Part of me almost laughs again at the condescension seeping from her tone. Like I’m afraid of the fucking Mafia. “I know who she is, and I didn’t kidnap anyone. Elena married me of her own volition. If you want the sordid details of how she pursued me, then I her, I’ll give them to
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