Page 237 of Instinct


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Enzo exhales, the sound colder now. Harder. “I’m ending this with Tatiana, Drago. Money doesn’t matter.”

I feel my stomach drop.

“I need all my pieces placed on the board in the right position for my final attack.”

I swallow. “I’ll always be a phone call away, Enzo,” I tell him. “If shit goes south, I’ll help. You have my word.”

The family I found behind the gates of Decadence will always have my protection. Even if I’m living a quieter life in Monaco.

I have resources and manpower all over the world.

“Appreciate that,” Enzo says. “I’ll have the money wired over to Lily. Leave the drive and the necklace with Declan. I’ll have Romeo collect it.”

“Okay.” I pause. “Don’t underestimate Tatiana, Enzo.”

“I’m ready for anything, Drago. Don’t worry about me.” His voice drops lower. Like he’s staring into the same abyss I’ve been living in. “All of this was built purposely for this moment. It’s taken eight fucking years… and I’ll burn it all down to find her.” That pain in his voice…

It’s deep. So raw I feel it in my bones.

I frown, tightening my arm around Lily’s waist. “Her?” I ask.

Enzo goes quiet for a second.

Then he whispers, like it guts him to say it out loud. “Mia amina.”

My soul.

My blood turns cold.

What the fuck has Tatiana been involved in?

“You need me,” I say instantly. “You need my intel. My contacts. Anything. Call me, Enzo.”

“Thank you,” he replies. “Enjoy Monaco.”

A smile pulls at my mouth, sharp and real.

“Oh,” I murmur. “I fucking will.”

I cut the call and toss my phone onto the couch.

Then I cup Lily’s face, forcing her to look at me.

“How does it feel to be really fucking rich, baby?” I ask.

She shrugs like twenty million isn’t life-changing. “Money is money,” she says simply.

And then she leans over, reaching for her purse on the side table.

My body goes still.

Something in her moves differently now. Slower. More careful.

There’s a tremble in her fingers as she unzips it. And pulls out a small blue box.

My throat tightens. “Lily,” I whisper.

She swallows, eyes shining. “I kind of want to be a different kind of rich,” she says softly, pulling out the test.