“You’re her? All this fucking time you’re her?” Savage paced like a wounded animal. “I fucking knew
it! How did you fix your toe?” He pointed an angry finger at his chest. “And the birthmark?”
All eyes, blazing with rage, were on me. “When Leo got me out of Chicago and took me to San
Francisco, he helped me find doctors that took care of those,” I explained. There was no point in lying or hiding the truth anymore.
“Leo?” He drawled the name like it tasted bad in his mouth.
“My ex I told you about. He’s Italian Mafia. Not at the time, but his father is.”
He stared at his men for a second and then at me. “Leo Bellomo?”
I scowled in surprise. “Yes. How did you know that?”
Arms flew in the air as curse words hummed in the room.
My heart banged violently against my ribs. “What’s going on? Do you know where he is? Is he the
one who put a bounty on my head?! Are you working for him?!”
He stepped closer, but I flinched, my ass crawling back away from him. “Answer me, goddammit!
Are you working for that murderer?! Is that who you’re going to kill me for?!”
“Hey!” His arms squeezed me, holding me to his chest, immobilizing yet somehow protective.
“Hey, calm down. Nobody is gonna hurt you. Calm down.”
I wanted to believe him, but I couldn’t. How could I? I’d been betrayed by the people I’d trusted
the most. My father, Leo, why would Savage be any different? Even if he was, every other man who
had ever trusted me or tried to help or protect me ended up hurt, losing everything, even their lives.
“Cottonmouth, call Chicago. Ask if they know anything about Tino Bellomo’s son’s whereabouts,
and if he’s the one who set the bounty.”
“On it,” the distractingly beautiful blond guy said.
Savage brushed his thumbs over my arms in soothing circles. “Colton.”
The boy with the laptop, the smart one with the sad eyes, stood at attention. “Yes, Prez?”
“You did good. Next Church meeting, make sure to be there. It’s time for you to wear that patch.”
Colton’s face lit with pride, and a tiny smile manifested on his lips. He looked as if he was a
different person, someone whose ultimate dream had just come true. “Thank you, Prez.”
“Viper, pull Racer out of the sack and take some men with you two to see about that car. We gotta
know who took it,” Savage commanded.
“Savage, if someone’s about to hit, I gotta stay with you,” Viper said.
Savage’s arms left me and hugged Viper instead. “I’ll be fine, bruh. VP is here. You go find who
