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I can think of a million things I’d rather be doing than babysitting Camilla De Marco. She hasn’t stopped glaring at me since I walked into the room, like she’s the only one unhappy with this little set up. Being near her is dangerous for both of us. She may have grown up as a Mafia princess, but I doubt she’s ever met anyone as cold and callous as me. I wasn’t always this way. Hell, once upon a time, I was the nice one of the four of us. But sometimes life gives you lemons you can’t make lemonade with, and I learned that lesson the hard way.