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“Ah, no, but that was a good start.” Vinicius puts his arms around mine and adjusts my aim. “Take your time. You’re doing great.”
I turn my head slightly to look at him. “I’m not, but thank you.”
He plants a kiss on my lips, slow and encouraging. Vinicius’ kisses always catch me by surprise with how delicious they are. “All it takes is practice.”
“You really want me to do this,” I realize.
“Amalia never got to take revenge on the men who hurt her, and neither did I. When you face your father and pull that trigger, I’ll be cheering you on.”
Amalia. That must be his sister’s name. I’ve never seen one flicker of grief or pain in his handsome face. He must hide it deep down where no one can ever touch it.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
An hour and a dozen reloads later, I’ve managed to shoot the target in the chest at various distances.
When I’ve unloaded the guns and put them down, Lorenzo comes up beside me and picks them up, and the box of bullets.
“Nice work. That was hot as fuck.”
To my surprise, he plants a kiss on the side of my neck. Actually, it’s more like a nip with his teeth, and I glare at him. Just because he took my side over committing murder, doesn’t mean I forgive him for everything he’s done.
* * *
You are cordially invitedto the wedding of Salvatore Fiore and Chiara Romano.
“Is this going to work? I feel like they’re going to guess it’s a ruse,” I say, examining the invitation card printed with formal calligraphy.
“Your father’s greedy,” Vinicius says, taking the card from me. It’s an extra, and the real thing was sent to Dad and Salvatore two days ago. “He’ll hope that it’s true, and even if he suspects it’s not, all we have to do is get you in the same room as him.” He makes a gun with his thumb and forefinger. “And pow.”
He has a point.
Cassius comes out of the elevator into the lounge holding a wedding dress in a clear plastic sleeve. He had it made in less than a week while I was practicing shooting with Vinicius. The idea of me killing my father still doesn’t sit right with him, but he’s doing everything he can to make sure that I’m prepared.
I take the dress from him and hold it to the light. An embroidered, strapless bodice and a long tulle skirt. “Cassius, it’s beautiful.”
Heavy, too. Even heavier than my first wedding dress.
“I’ll help you get dressed,” he says, and follows me to my room. I’ve already done my hair and makeup, and I strip down to my underwear and let Cassius help me into the dress.
He laces the back up tight and then pulls me into his arms, my back against his chest. “I wish I was going in there with you.”
We debated it, but if the three of them step foot in that house, Dad won’t show his face because he’ll know it’s a trap.
He thinks I’m weak. That’s my advantage.
“Come back to me. Don’t let them keep you. Don’t let themhurtyou.” Our eyes meet in the mirror and he strokes his knuckles over my cheeks. “Sei bella.”
You’re beautiful.
“Grazie.Per tutto.” Thank you. For everything.
Lorenzo comes into the room holding a bouquet of pale pink roses.
I weigh it in my hand as he passes it to me. “Heavy.”
“Yeah. It’s fully loaded. Ready to go?”
Vinicius appears in the doorway. I stare at each of their reflections, three beautiful men who would gladly ambush Dad on some dark road and end his life for me. They would kill for me, but would they let me go? I can feel Lorenzo itching to take me prisoner in his compound after I kill Dad. This isn’t over between the four of us as far as they’re concerned, and I’m replacing one tyrant with three more.
