Chapter 0284
“And I’m still giving everything to the Bianci,” Kent sighs,pletely unaware of how jealous | am at the mere mention of his
wife. “Twenty years — twenty years of building everything. And | swear to god — I’m almost out. I’ve almost paid my tab, | can feel
it. Just...a little bit more, and then I''ll be free.”
“So, this is the end of it?” | ask after a moment. “The guns? Are the end?”
“| don’t know,” he murmurs. “It’s not like there’s a literal tab, Fay. It ends when | can...substantially make the case for breaking off
the ties. That it will be more profitable for both of us if | stop meddling with crime and actually go legit. And I’ve been building that
case for a long time — | have a lot of investments in tech and real estate, it should all work out. But,” he pauses, turning to me,
“the Bianci’s aren''t easily convinced to give up their golden goose, are they?”
“No,” | say, nodding slowly, finally putting the final pieces of the puzzle together. “Which is why they’re pushing you so hard to
marry Natalia.”
“Precisely,” he says, wrapping the arm beneath me a little tighter. “But my marriage isn’t on the table as a bargaining chip this
time. Not anymore.”ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .
There’s a long pause before | ask my next question.
“Is that why you married her, Kent?” | ask, tentative.
“Partially,” he replies after a second, and | think | hear a little relief in his voice to speak the truth.
“Oh,” | whisper, surprised. “I — | thought you loved her.”
“| did love Lenai, Fay,” he replies, and | can feel him looking seriously at me. “I would never deny it — would never want to. She
was incredibly important to me, and a good wife, and a great mom. But it was..plicated.”
“Okay,” | reply, not wanting to push him on this. And honestly, not sure I''ll be able to bear it much longer, hearing him tell me
about how much he loved another woman.
“Kent?” | ask after a long moment of silence. He makes a soft noise, urging me to continue. “You are sending guns to Italy now...
but does that mean you aren''t involved in the drug trade? At all?”
“No,” he replies, “l don''t. | leave that,
ironically, to your father and your boy
Ivan. | was able to convince OB
Bianci’s a longitica?.aG0 hat drugs
are Sie money and the business had
too many eyes on it. And | was right -
there was more to be made from
slower, more subtle businesses. Do
you want me to tell you what those
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“No,” | murmur, letting my hand drift to his shirt, where | idly y with one of his buttons. “That’s okay. Not tonight. But | reserve
the right to askter.”
Kent murmurs his assent and another moment passes before he urges me on. “What else, Fay,” he asks. “I want this done - |
want peace between us. So, whatever you want to know, ask now — because | don’t have the patience or the nerves to have this
fight again.”
| move closer to Kent then, tucking
my head below his chin, pleased
when he wraps his other arm around
me and holds me close\agaicst him
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But you had to start from scratch
when you got back from Italy,” | say
quietly, thinking aloud. “Was it...was it
very bad, Kent?” | ask. Honestly, I’m
not really sure why | want to know.
But as soon as | ask it, | know that |
need to know what it was like. Please
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“It was awful,” he replies, resting his
chin against my head as he
remembers it. “Just...scraping on my
knees trying to reignite the
connections my fa ea bynda aking
ingpneniskStolduid trust, gambling
everything on these reckless hits to
build as much power and control as |
could as fast as | could. And all with a
baby at home.” Kent sighs and tucks
his forehead against mine. “It
was...horrible. Some men have a
taste for this world, Fay — | fucking
hate it. I’m just good at it, because |
was trained by the best.” Please read
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