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Something was off about this situation. Why would Ambrose get back into doing anything with the underground when he fought so hard to give it up? That was what was bothering me, but I didn't say anything to Constance about my doubts. I didn't want her worrying and having her mind go into overtime like mine was doing now.
We left Vimodrone immediately, headed back to Milan, and stayed at her loft while we figured this all out. I couldn't exactly give Diego what he wanted even if I hated Ambrose. If Constance wanted to protect him, we would continue to protect him. Personally, I believed that karma was coming back to bite him in the ass, but I couldn't let Diego kill the man that would someday be my father-in-law. Yuck. Saying that, even in my head, sounded disgusting. I prayed that C
