I take a deep breath, plowing ahead even though it hurts to speak. “I planted a tracker in the necklace.”
His eyes flare and then tighten. Something like disbelief sparks in their depths. “You did what?”
“I always had an escape plan, but I never did anything without a backup plan either.”
His gaze pins me to the spot, drilling into mine. “You’re unbelievable, Tatiana Morici.”
The surname jars me. Not for long. Soon, I’ll be Tatiana Teszner again.
Pushing my emotions down, I do what must be done. “Listen to me. There’s still time, but you have to act quickly. It may not be long before they find it.”
“Where did you put it?”
“Behind the mounting of one of the small diamonds. The chip works with GPS.”
“What about the signal identifier?”
I place my hand that lies on top of the covers over the base of my neck. “Where is it? Where’s my necklace?”
He moves to the nightstand and opens the drawer. “Here.”
“The chip is half of a matched pair. I hid a mirror chip inside the top part of the pendant. If you scan the mirrored chip, it will unlock the shared tracking ID. It works with Bluetooth on any smartphone.”
“Have I told you you’re a genius?”
“You better move quickly. They may decide to take the necklace apart and sell the diamonds individually.”
He wraps his fingers around the pendant, seeming indecisive.
“Go.” I wave him away. “Go get your necklace.”
“Tatiana.”
“I’ll be fine.” I smile, proud of myself for managing to keep my voice level. “Go.”
He kisses me and brushes words over my lips. “Thank you.”
Those words say so much. They speak of a lifetime of suffering. Well, it’s only been seven years since Lee died, but sometimes, seven years can feel like an eternity.
“Go,” I say again, forcing back tears.
I don’t want him to see me cry.
Flashing me a brilliant smile, he leaves to chase the only true love of his life—his vengeance.
Chapter
Forty-Four
Dante
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Sav walks in just as I wrap up with the sad piece of shit that hangs on a meat hook from the ceiling.
The man blows out his last breath despite having spilled the truth two days ago. I swore I’d make his suffering last.
Sav juts his chin toward the carcass dripping blood on the floor. “That him?”
