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But I couldn’t fall asleep if my life depended on it.

Because I have questions running riot in my head as we lay in the dark.

Who hurt her?

What did they do?

And who the fuck is Jeremy?

49

SUNNY

"Repeat after me," Dante says, holding out the credit card.

He stands by the kitchen island in a charcoal suit, espresso in one hand, and the card pinched between two fingers of the other, extended toward me but not quite close enough to grab.

"I will only use this for good."

"I will only use this for good," I say, reaching for the card.

He pulls it back an inch.

"And not for evil."

"I'm pretty sure you're the evil one," I say.

He pulls the card further out of reach, and one eyebrow lifts.

"And not for evil," I add quickly.

He holds my gaze for another second, then hands me the card.

It’s a credit card with my name on the front. Sunny Di Zaro. Printed in silver letters.

"What's the limit?" I ask.

"There isn't one."

I look up. "What do you mean there isn't one?"

"I mean the card has no spending limit."

I blink at him.

"You mean it is limitless?"

"Yes."

"So I could buy a diamond-encrusted Bentley."

His espresso pauses halfway to his mouth. "Yes, theoretically. You could buy a diamond-encrusted Bentley."

"Interesting."

"Sunny."

"Just exploring the parameters."