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Whoosh.
Tino’s eyes spread as he retreated to the end of the room, but the trail of petrol trapped him in the middle. The flames grew, and the old, dried bedroom quickly engulfed in heat and smoke.
I turned as his screams began.
“Moretti!” he hauled.
I kept walking, leaving the burning man in misery and imprisoned by nonfunctional windows and gusts of angry fire. The heat touched my back as it spread at rapid speeds.
Arlo’s strides quickened as smoke clogged our exit, and when he emerged onto the main ground, Tino’s screams turned into torched wails and kindled whimpers.
“MPD is on scene. Hurry!” Viktor announced.
Arlo and I were the last ones out of the yacht and on solid ground. We both walked calmly around the marina until we evaded the blue wave of Miami without detection. Law enforcement stalled, watching the fire, stunned before they sprang into action, screaming for medics and the fire department. They ran toward the fire to notify those around of the now flaming yacht.
“Ilias?” I asked, knowing he could hear me.
“By the tree line,” he replied through the earpiece.
Arlo set out toward the direction, crossing a running car with the lights off, waiting for us.
I hopped inside the front passenger seat, finding Ilias behind the wheel. Arlo climbed in next to Rana and Casper.
Before I got the chance to ask, Ilias said, “Sergio and Mimmo left with Emilio and his men.”
He passed me a rag and sped away.
I ran the fabric over my face and caught the tall fire reaching high in the sky through the side mirror.
It was a beautiful sight. The kind I didn’t let go of until it was gone from view.
Seven down.
Finally, Tino Borelli was dead, and I only had one Borelli left before extinguishing a bloodline. But first, I needed to get Katia out of the city.
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KATIA
The mountains.Lucca brought me to the mountains. If I wasn’t confused by our silent plane ride, I was now.
Had I missed something? Had I said something that caused him to give me the cold shoulder? And my God, if he looked at his phone one last time, I was going to lose it.
I stared out the jet’s window as we descended onto a private landing surrounded by heavy greenery and endless valleys.
“Where are we?” My question was distant and after the long ride, I was just glad to see land.
“Montana.”
Montana?
Once again, expectations were my enemy.
While Montana seemed beautiful, there was so much green, and it welcomed us with little light. I tried to stay positive. To not dwell on the uncomfortable silence I’d endured for hours. Lucca wanted to take me away before our wedding, and after the blissful few moments I’d stolen the past couple of days, I wanted to remain optimistic about our time together.
Maybe he wanted a different scenery, it was just…not what I had expected or packed for. My suitcase was filled with bathing suits, summer dresses, heels, and sandals. This trip required long pants and closed-toe shoes.
While I loved long runs outdoors and sunbathing,thiswas the real outdoors. I was out of my element.
