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“I’ve been waiting for you, Max. I didn’t want to fuck her until you showed up.” He snickers and takes another long drag. “I like an audience. I want you to watch, you asshole. And then when I’m done filling her with my cum, I’m gonna walk outta this hell hole and leave you and your dumbass crew to rot.”

His words make no sense to me. They don’t register at all. I can’t process anything at this second. All I can think about is how the hell I’m going to manage to get Sloane out of here without getting myself killed in the process.

“What the fuck are you talking about, Gianni?” Rocco says. “What the hell are you doing here with all these girls? Did you fucking kidnap them?”

Gianni lets out a low laugh. “You trying to talk tough, Rocco? Huh? I don’t think you should open your fucking mouth right now. I might be tempted to blow it off your fucking face. Besides, you’re in enough trouble with my partners. They don’t wanna see you get sent up the river with the others. They have other plans for you.” He looks back at me and smirks. “The Salesi family. So high and mighty, right? You think you can get away with anything, don’t you?” With the gun still on Sloane, he points to Rocco with his other hand. “You fucked with the wrong people, Rocco. The Cinques are coming, and they don’t forgive and forget. And you know exactly what I’m talking about, don’t you? Oh, sure, you thought your little secret was safe. But it wasn’t. Because nobody has any loyalty these days. Everyone talks out of both sides of their fucking mouths, and everyone is out for themselves.”

I turn to Rocco in time to see the color drain from his face. Shit, if Gianni means what I think he means—

“And you,” Gianni points at me. “You fucked me hard, Max. So did your Pops. So consider this payback.” He laughs and looks at Layla. “But that isn’t even the best part. This is…you’re not gonna fucking die today. You’re gonna watch me fuck this sweet pussy before I shoot her between the eyes, and then you’re gonna watch me leave this room with you still in it, playing with your dicks while you wait for the whole fucking Salesi family to go down in flames for running a drug and sex trafficking ring. I want you to know how it feels to live in that fucking hellhole. And I want you to live with the memory of how I killed your girl. I want it to haunt you, Max!”

I clutch the sides of my head. “What the hell are you on, Gianni? How do you plan to manage all of that? How fucking doped up are you?” My eyes are still on Sloane. She slithers around on the bed, her eyes fluttering open and closed. Those fucking animals! The only thing that calms me is knowing that I’m going to tear that bastard apart, limb by fucking limb. And then I’m gonna find Mikey and do the same to him. Tiny moans escape her dry lips, and it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to lunge for his gun.

But Gianni knows exactly what I’m thinking. He’ll also shoot her in the head without thinking twice, and that’s the reason why I stand down.

The only reason.

He turns to Layla, the gun still pressed to Sloane’s forehead. “Where is Salesi?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get him down here in just enough time to meet the feds when they storm the place.”

The feds. Fuck me, Nico and my dad were right. They had it all figured out.

I narrow my eyes at Layla.

Didn’t he?

Layla glares back at me, her lips stretched into a tight line.

Gianni nods. “It’s only a matter of time before these guys go down, and the Bonnaros are taking over the whole fucking territory.” He snickers and faces me again. “Do you know what that means? It’s all ours! You assholes yanked it all away from us before, but look who’s fucking at the top now! It’s our time. We’re making the rules. We’re calling the shots. Do you get that? You are fucking history.” Gianni looks back at Layla. “You did good work. You really went above and beyond for me, and I appreciate it.”

She smiles. “Thanks.”

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “But I’m done with you now.” He pulls his hand away from Sloane, points the gun at Layla and pulls the trigger. She crumbles to the floor in a heap.

“Fuck!” Rocco groans.

“Yeah, I know. It’s too bad. She was a nice piece.” Gianni winks at me. “But there are always more pussies out there waiting, you know what I’m saying? Besides, she was getting too greedy. She kept wanting more and more.” He waves the gun at Sloane. “I never trusted her anyway. Fucking whore.”

My mouth feels like it’s been swabbed with a bag of cotton. So fucking dry. The guns in my jeans are burning a hole into my skin. But he’s too much of a lunatic. He just shot Layla in cold blood. He won’t think twice of decimating what’s left of my world. Revenge is what he’s after. That’s the reason behind his whole plot. There’s no way he’s gonna show Sloane mercy.

Gianni looks over at me as if he can read my mind. “You wanna kill me for doing this. I can see it. But the old Max…he’s really gone, isn’t he? The old Max wouldn’t give a fuck about the consequences. He’d attack first and think never. Right? Wasn’t that your catch phrase?” He looks back at Sloane and pulls one of her breasts out of the bra, massaging it with a nasty smirk on his face. My gut clenches. “But you’re not making a move. You’re a fucking pussy now, huh? That’s why it was so easy for me to get you down here. And now that I have you, I’m not letting you go. And I’ll keep your bitch and use her for as long as I need her.”

Sloane’s head rolls toward me, and her eyes open fully. They’re filled with terror, but if I make a move, I risk it all.

I can’t do that.

Not when I finally have everything I’d been missing.

What’s worse is Gianni knows it.

“Hey, how’s your Pops doing?” Gianni fumbles with his belt buckle and yanks open his jeans. “You still hiding him at your house? Buying him a little more time?” With his free hand, he rubs his fingers over Sloane’s panties and her eyes squeeze shut.

“Get your fucking hands off her,” I yell. Crack! The metal gun crashes against the side of my face. A fierce throbbing follows. I clutch the side of my face, grateful he didn’t clock me in the temple. The last thing I need is for my brain to be shaking around in my skull. I’m going to need every functioning cell to figure out how the hell I can save Sloane and my own ass to escape this nightmare.

“Oh, you’re giving me orders now, Max? You’ve gone and grown a spine, huh? Instead of hiding drugs in my car and running off like a little bitch, now you’re ready to go head-to-head with me.” He climbs off the bed and comes toward me, the gun pointed right at my chest. “Good. This should be fun. I’ve been waiting for it for a long time.”

A blast of gunshots from down the hall rings out, ricocheting off the walls. Sloane’s eyes fly open and she cowers against the headboard.

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