{Cianna’s P.O.V.}
I felt like a ton of stress was relieved off my shoulders when Lacie texted and said that Maya had been caught and executed. That was one enemy b***h down, and one more to go. I know for a fact that Heather saw the post about Lacie’s memorial service tomorrow. People were sending me messages left and right, and I had to pretend that my best friend was dead, even though she was alive and well.
“Cici, are you ready?” Lucian asked me as we landed at Tampa’s airport.
“Yes, time to put on an act,” I tell him. “Are Dorian and them here?” I ask as we deplane.
“Yeah, Shorty just texted and said that they arrived yesterday and have been staying in the packhouse. Corinne is a mess, she apparently hasn’t slept much,”
“Well, in her mind one daughter is a criminal with a death wa
