The cops hadn’t shown up yet, but Cole did.

Ever since Thorsten stepped back into his shadow-boss role, Cole had been the public face of the Drago family, handling all the messy PR And, apparently, me.

“Where’s Nina?” he demanded, skipping any kind of small talk.

Sasha had already said the figure just resembled me, but Cole? He sounded like he was 100 percent sure i I was me. Whether he genuinely couldn’t tell the difference or was just faking it, I couldn’t say.

“I don’t know, and it’s got nothing to do with me,” I shot back.

“If I’m here, it’s for a reason. If it’s money you want, that can be arranged-just hand her over,” he said, like I was some cash-hungry gold digger.

I raised an eyebrow. I guess that’s all he thought of me. People loved to assume my currer assets were just leftovers from my breakup with Jace. The internet had a field day calling me a sellout who treated relationships like transactions. “What do you want her for?” I asked, brushing off the insult and leaning into curiosity instead.