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“Not happening. I should shoot you in the dick just for thinking about it,” Enzo snapped. His cheeks throbbed through a clenched jaw.
“Oh good, my men have arrived.” The man clapped his hands together as another echo of metal on metal came from behind us. Guns were drawn on us, and our guns were aimed at the man.
The men behind us were huge. Enzo was the closest one to being as muscled as them. I swallowed hard, recognizing the eerie familiarity between this and being in front of the Russians. The twitch in Enzo’s expression made me certain it was familiar for him as well.
Before we knew what was happening, the men had grabbed hold of Enzo, and the man in the robe snatched me from his side.
“If you do this, I will fucking kill you. And everyone you ever loved,” Enzo said in an even tone, but I knew it was taking everything in him to not explode. An explosion would only get one or both of us killed. His wide, desperate eyes broke my heart, so I forced myself to look anywhere else. At the artistic vase in the hallway across from me. At Jameson’s stupid fucking face. At the metallic row of guns aimed our way.
The man bent me over the kitchen table. I bit my lower lip so hard I drew blood. I couldn’t even hear the words being yelled from Enzo’s mouth over the thunder of my heartbeat in my ears. My dress bunched up and my cheeks flushed with heat. This was not going to happen again. I would not be used as a goddamn bargaining chip.
“Wait!” I called out.
The man stopped. I pawed his hands away and turned to face him. I leaned into him and kissed him, his mustache tickling my nose. I had a plan, but I couldn’t look at Enzo as I followed through with it, because I couldn’t bear the look of betrayal on his face.
I hopped up and sat on the table and spread my legs. Jameson stared between them as I ran my hand up my thigh. The man in the robe was on me, kissing my neck as he rubbed over the fabric of my panties. I let a fake moan leave my lips. When he was preoccupied with pulling out his dick, unashamed of what he planned to do to me, I reached into my bra and tucked my pocket knife into my palm, putting it down on the table and covering it with my hand. The quick hit of the button on its side flipped it open, cutting me. It took everything in me not to react to the pain. Just as he pulled my panties aside, I grabbed the handle of the knife and stabbed it into his neck. I didn’t hesitate as I drove the knife deeper. He didn’t react at first, too stunned as the blood spread around the blade. I threw my gaze to Enzo and we both drew our pistols. Before they realized what was happening, I shot at the men behind our group. Enzo took down two and I took down the other. Their bodies hit the ground with a nauseating thud. The man between my legs stumbled back, clutching his neck as blood spilled from his mouth.
Enzo slammed Jameson against the wall. “You fucking piece of shit. Selfish goddamn micks, all of you. All you guys do is drink, fight, and gamble. Poorly.” Enzo shot his gaze back at me. “Did he?”
I shook my head.
“You’re lucky he didn’t touch her, or I’d kill you myself.”
I was covered in blood. Mine and whoever that piece of shit still bleeding out on the floor was. I tugged my knife from his neck, and the blood flowed freely, finally giving death the chance to welcome him.
“Your problem is done,” Enzo snapped at Jameson as we walked past him. “Now fuck off.”
“We’ll call it even,” Jameson said as we exited the home.
I glanced over my shoulder in time to catch the devilish smirk on Jameson’s smug face before Enzo pulled me through the doorway. We hurried down the driveway and climbed into Enzo’s car.
“That fucking prick!” Enzo shouted as he slammed his door. “He would have let that happen to you. He was willing to putmyfucking girl in a shit situation because of a debt he can’t pay. Fuck!” He rammed his palm against the steering wheel before starting the car and leaving a spray of gravel and dust in his wake.
Before I could respond, my phone buzzed in my bra. I pulled it out and glanced at the screen. A notification for a text message from an unknown number popped up at the top of the phone, and I clicked on it. My stomach lurched.
It was an image of Enzo chugging a drink with a bitch on his lap and her tits in his face. Another message came in, this time displaying an image of the same girl on her knees in front of him. I glared at Enzo. Anger rose from the very depths of my being. I heard Enzo talking, but I couldn't hear the words. All I could hear was some bitch's moans as she choked on Enzo's dick. I gnawed at my cheeks.
Attempted murder? Attempted rape? Homicide? Those things didn’t matter to me, but infidelity was a different story. Everything that had grown between Enzo and I just fucking died. Everything we had been through was reduced to nothing but wilted petals beneath a bare rose stem. How could he?
“Pull over,” I said.
“What?”
“I said pull over!”
He brought the car to a stop on the side of the road not even a half mile from the scene of the crime we’d just committed, but I didn’t care. This needed to be handled immediately. I got out of the car and he met me near the trunk.
“What’s the problem?” he asked.
How dare he fucking ask me that question. He knew what he did. He knewwho he did.I tossed the phone at him.
His eyes widened as he viewed the pictures. “Are you fucking kidding me? You know nothing happened.”
My cheeks flushed with heat, my chest rising harder with anger. I drew my pistol and aimed it at Enzo. It was a knee-jerk reaction, and it wasn’t smart, but it was what I fucking wanted to do. My hand was sure and steady, my finger against the trigger guard. I saw nothing but red. I was the embodiment of a Silvani at that moment.
Enzo aimed his revolver back at me. “Put your goddamn gun down, Gia.”
“You can’t tell me shit when you do something likethis.”I gestured toward the phone still in his hand. “Fucking Vigliones.”
