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*Bella* "Vin, believe me. I'm telling you the truth," I insisted desperately. "I saw that woman, and this room was an operating room where he and his doctors were going to perform an illegal operation," I explained, pointing toward Santino. "What are you talking about, Bella? Your illness has really turned you into a good storyteller. You're imagining things," Santino snorted with mock amusement in his eyes. I hopelessly looked into Vin's eyes, searching for a familiar emotion. Understanding spread over Vin’s face as his eyes shone with belief. "I trust you, petal." "That's crazy, Vincenzo. You know she's been taking medication for her amnesia and hallucinations," Santino provoked. "Shut the f**k up, you son of a b***h," Vin growled. "Do you really think I'd believe you over my petal