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I jump back just in time to stop him from slicing my throat. A good look at him, and I realize I recognize the fucker. This is Mario, Federico’s younger brother.
“Fucking vermin,” he wails, pulling out his gun.
“We’ll fucking see which of us is vermin.” I send a kick to his midsection, and he goes flying back into the mirrors. One of them shatters.
He falls on the ground, but it doesn’t faze him.
Cocking the hammer on the gun, he tries to shoot me, but I jump out of the way and pull my gun.
When he tries to shoot me again, I shoot him right in his chest, but he still comes for me.
Summoning my inner beast, I launch myself at him, knocking him back to the floor. He drops his gun, and I grab his knife.
I like knives; they leave a mess, and you know the person on the other end of the blade suffered the intended pain that you dealt them. This motherfucker will get his end, but not before I interrogate him.
I grab his hair and hold the knife to his neck, ready to slice him.
He tries to fight me but only ends up cutting his skin on the blade.
“Where’s Federico?” I demand.
“Fuck you. You think I’m telling you shit? You think you’re so hot because you work for the D’Agostinos.”
I stick the knife deeper into his skin, and he yelps.
“Tell me where he is or die.”
“You’re gonna have to kill me because I’m not telling you shit. You and yours will all get what’s coming to you.” He laughs. “The same way your daddy dearest went.”
Before he can take his next breath, I slice his throat. Clearly, he was on a suicide mission if he can talk about my father.
He would have known that meant instant death.
Blood pours from his body as I rip into his veins, and as I lift my head, I see her—Tennessee—standing in the doorway with her purse in her hand, watching me.
Watching me kill a man.
The blood has drained from her skin, and her eyes are so wide, I fear they might swallow the rest of her face.
Blood is all over me. On my chest, my face, my hands.
“Tennessee—”
“Get away from me! Please—” Her voice cuts, and she backs away.
I rush after her, but she runs in the opposite direction, terrified of me.
This has to be irony at its finest. Not even half an hour ago, I told her she wouldn’t like the real me, and she just got a taste of who I am.
She runs out of the room, and I follow.
But just as I round the corner, a bullet whizzes past my ear.
Fuck, that nearly hit me. I jump behind a column just as my attacker is about to fire again, and I end him before he can cock the hammer.
Glancing back down the hallway, I see no sign of Tennessee.
She got away. I let her get away. But what was I going to do? Hurt her to keep her quiet?
