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For the first time, my twin understands me. “You’re right,” he concedes.

“Muori!” I roar at Rocco who’s straining now to keep his arms lifted.

Sweat drops have formed a little puddle on the floor beneath him, and I watch as the dagger lifts just a little more.

“Don’t worry,” Massimo says. “Sei, cinque, quattro, tre, due, uno!” He counts down in Italian, starting at six.

As he shouts “one,” Rocco’s arms drop, and the dagger shoots up, plunging into his right eyeball.

I stand as my jaws and fists clench. Massimo grips my shoulder tightly.

“You did good, lil bro.”

I step from the room with Massimo behind me. The guys are sitting on the dusty couch, eating their meals. Massimo orders them to clean up the place as I step outside into the darkness and head for my rental car. I’m still wearing my blood-splattered clothes, and I really don’t give a fuck.

Three people that I cared about very deeply betrayed me. Two of them were people I loved in my own way; the only way that I ever knew how to love anyone.

Now my brother is asking me to take a chance on the only woman that I ever loved. He has no idea that I’ve promised to let her go. I don’t think I have the motherfucking mental capacity to go back on that vow not if it means hurting her. If I were to hurt Piper, an entire country might go up in smoke.










CHAPTER 20 – PIPER

“What the fuck is this?” Kenneth shouts at me as spittle dribbles onto his chin.

The envelope he’s thrown on my dining room table slides, sending a stack of pictures flying out of it.

My mouth drops when I see the images on the pictures, and the only retort I can think of comes flying out my mouth. “You’ve been having me followed?”

“That’s the only goddamned thing you have to say for yourself?”

“You had me followed, Kenneth? You don’t trust me?”

I’m defensive as hell because I’m guilty and desperate for this to be a nightmare. I want to wake up, but the pictures of Marco kissing me at my shop door ground me at the moment. There are several pictures of us, including him arriving at my shop that morning a week ago and leaving. There is a picture of me in his arms before he took me to my office to fuck me.

Then the most damning pictures are the ones of Marco kissing me at the shop’s door. My hair has that just been fucked look and is wild all over my head when it clearly wasn’t that way upon his arrival.

“You’re fucking around on me, and that’s all you have to say? You’re going to turn this shit around on me now, Piper?” Kenneth growls.

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