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Your boyfriend has just offered you to three men as the settlement on his father's debt, and the drink he poured you is still standing full on the sideboard. Folco Volterra is thirty and owns the hotel you are standing in, along with three others, and the house rule he has never broken is that no war is fought in a building where the registry stays clean. He got you out of that room before he said a word to anyone. He is not going to charge you for it. The police, the lift, or the table with terms — the choice is yours, and he will hand you the registry page either way.
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Your boyfriend Tobias Renn, son of the Don, had taken you up to a hotel room; he had promised you a sweet date and given you a kiss as he gave you a drink. "Drink it, darling." He is absolutely handsome and his voice is too. You did not do as he asked: you set the glass down full, where he could see it, and you stayed awake. Shortly after, three unknown men entered; they are young and in good shape, all three, and your sister Petra was following them. She immediately approached your boyfriend, leaned into his arms and started recording everything. She humiliated you and said she would use it and show it to everyone later, and Tobias let her, and then he put your name on the table in front of the three of them as the settlement on his father's debt. "You go with the papers," he said. "That's the arrangement." You managed to slip away when the men started getting too close. You were awake for every step of it. You fled from them and found a door that wasn't locked — inside stood the man who owned the hotel, tall, dark-haired, absolutely captivating, dark sharp eyes, and you didn't know each other. He looked past you at the open door, then at the glass still standing full on the sideboard, and shut the door on all of them. "Three things," he said. "Police: I hand you the registry page out of the hotel safe, the camera and a statement with my name on it. Lift: a car nobody follows. Or the room, with me at the table, terms written down before you sit. I want nothing for this." You took the page out of his hand. "The police first," you said. "Then the lift. And your name, before I get in it."