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I didn’t have the patience to wait. I planned on gathering all my men, even those scattered throughout the city. Reckless or not, I planned on killing them all.

“Damn it!” I hissed, knocking my fist against the platter of bloody cotton swabs. Making the doctor jump, my scowl deepened.

I needed to squeeze something.

This was all Antonio’s fault. I wanted to squeeze his throat. Ireallywanted to kill him.

There was a pounding at the door, the last sound I wanted to hear. Filled with urgency, my annoyance only grew.

“Unless you have that dog with you, that door better not open unless you want a bullet between your eyes!” Grabbing my gun, I pointed it at the door with the pure intention of shooting.

“S-Sir,” the man at my side urged.

“They’ve all failed me today, they need to learn what happens,” I grunted. Maybe causing a little pain could make me feel better. I needed a distraction.

The door didn’t open, not for a few seconds. I almost grew disappointed. Then it cracked open and a hand appeared.

“Please, don’t shoot.” A woman’s voice. One I hadn’t heard in a very long time. One I couldn’t possibly mistake.

I dropped my gun before launching myself from the seat. Rushing to the door, I yanked it open with a held breath.

“It’s you…” I murmured in disbelief.

Ramona Franzolli was standing in my home, pale and a little startled. Once I got a look at her, my eyes couldn’t budge.

Her appearance hasn’t changed in the slightest. Still the same dark-haired beauty that stole my breath away the first time I looked her way. This time around, those brown eyes of hers weren’t stained pink with sorrowful emotions.

“It’s me,” she feigned excitement, already taking a step back. “It’s been a while, Elias.”

Nine years, eleven months, and two days, but who in the hell was counting?

“Please, come in,” I took a step back to give her the space. My legs weren’t working correctly. Looking back at the doctor, I glared. “You, out. Now.”

He rushed out without hesitation. Good. I didn’t need anyone getting in my way.

Turning back to Ramona, a smile came to my lips when she stepped inside. “This is unexpected. Please, don’t mind the mess. I was shot. Welcome to my home, darling. If I’d known you were coming, I would have welcomed you at the front door.”

Her smile was pressed, forced. I wanted her to relax, she looked uncomfortable.

She looked down at the trail of blood staining the carpet, grimacing.

I’d replace the carpet tomorrow. No, tonight. I just needed to find someone to come out here on short notice. Surely, I had a favor or two I could cash in.

“Yeah, sorry. It was a last-minute decision kind of thing,” she admitted before lifting her gaze, “I’ve come to talk to you.”

“How did you even find me? Last time I checked, you’ve never been allowed to grace my home.”

Ramona lifted her gaze and hugged her frame. “It’s not hard to find your men, Elias. They stick out pretty easily. I just asked the first one I ran into to take me to you.”

“So, then I take it, you’ve come to accept my proposal?” I asked, circling her. I lost count of how many times I thought about making the woman my wife. Today was going to be my lucky day.

“I’ve come to talk business.” Keeping her chin held high, she kept her eyes on mine. Not many had that ability, not without scurrying away soon after.

“Please, talk away,” I hummed as I returned to my seat. Rolling my shoulder, I tried to relax. “I am all ears.”

“You need to forgive and forget,” she started, “and apologize to the two you hurt.”

I stared at her, my smile falling. “You can’t be serious. That dog–”

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