Elora’s POV.
I’m such an i***t. I allowed that slut to push my buttons and in that moment I blew my cover and Michael — oh, the little fucker he didn’t help at all. He helped in this by declaring exactly who I was and who I worked for. Oh, just you wait until you get home. I smirk evilly as I grab my phone and make a call.
“Hey my devil dog, who’s it going?” My dad Gino, says, and a whine slips past my lips.
“Daddy, Michael blew my cover.” I say, faking that I’m really hurt, and he goes quiet for a beat then laughs. I blink just great.
“Oh baby, now you see that would have worked a few years ago, but not anymore. We were watching your fight. It’s trending all over the dark web. We are so proud of how far you have come. But if memory serves, you told the crowd your name. So that is on
