“Yes,” I whispered, eyes on the dark horizon. “Because when I come back, Fredrinn and that fake twin of mine will pay. Every scar, every drop of blood—they’re mine to collect.”
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Fredrinn'S POV
I was lying there in the hospital bed, bandages tight on my chest, painkillers barely keeping the fire down. My patience was gone.
“Bring Lesley here,” I barked at my men over the phone. “Drag her from the villa if you have to. I want her here, on her knees, saying sorry to Miya.”
There was silence on the other end. Then one of them cleared his throat. “B-boss… she wasn’t in the villa.”
