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Pick up the phone, Rosa. My screen lit up with his name a split second after my classmate's hand left my hair. When I answered, Giovanni’s voice was a low, terrifyingly calm vibration through the line. “The boy sitting to your left. Tell me if I should have his fingers amputated, or his entire arm. Because I am watching you breathe through my cameras, and no one touches what is mine.” What happens when a mafia boss's first love returns on the eve of his wedding? Would he be losing her for the second time? lg...