Paolo was yanked into the car, feeling a stabbing pain in his arm and thigh. He knew he must have broken bones, but this physical pain was nothing compared to the agony in his soul. Cradling his head in his hands, he lay in the backseat, sobbing uncontrollably. As their car pulled away, a sleek silver sports car zoomed in, parking with a flourish. Chase handed Sasha a tissue, murmuring softly, "C'mon now, dry

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