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The guy tipped his head to the side, taking in the scene. Then, he lifted two fingers and placed them at the bottom of his throat. Who the order had been given to, Lev didn’t know. He knew what it meant, though, and the way the guy turned to leave in the opposite direction of Andino, well, he thought the intention was clear.

Lev could have left it alone. Maybe he should have. Gigi’s hands were still soft. His cock was still hard. Soon, he could celebrate the win, possibly even buried in a new, tight pussy.

Wouldn’t that be fucking pure?

Words lingered in the back of his mind.

Take care of me, I take care of you.

The ref had barely released Lev’s wrist before he pushed away from Gigi behind the ropes. Slipping under the designated wall of the ring, he didn’t care about the shouts behind him as he headed in the direction Andino had gone earlier.

Already, the warning came from his mouth.

“Marcello!”

There were certain things people who occasionally dabbled in the criminal world didn’t do. Ever, if they could help it. One was draw unneeded attention to themselves. Another was draw any sort of attention to a man like Andino, but especially when he might have been doing business that he didn’t want on anyone else’s radar.

Lev smashed both of those unspoken rules with one call of Andino’s name.

Near the side exit of the bar where Andino was taking a coat being held out to him by a man waiting in a black suit, he turned at the call of his name. He must have recognized Lev’s voice because he looked his way, that same cold gaze nailing into him with an intensity that hadn’t diminished at all.

He put his fingers up to his throat and cocked his head to the side. A clear indication of the trouble that might be waiting to follow him.

Apparently, it didn’t matter. Or Lev’s warning just came too late.

Gunfire exploded in the bar.

The last thing Lev saw before he turned to run for the woman he’d left behind at the makeshift ring was the splatter of blood and brain matter of Andino’s man that painted the exit door.

Well …

That was unfortunate.