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He falls to his knees next, grunting with anger as he almost begins frothing at the mouth, and I take that as my cue to approach him. I get within five feet of him before I crouch down and offer him a sickly-sweet smile.
“I don’t know who you are and I really don’t care. I couldn’t give a fuck if I was inside of the circle and whether the challenge had started or not. No asshole gets to say shit like that to me. But please, continue, I do love seeing you bleed.”
My chest heaves with each breath, my fury slowly ebbing as he sneers at me, but before he can say a single word in response, I feel a presence behind me.
“Please, someone explain to me how she manages to get hotter and hotter? I can’t take it.”
I don’t want to take my eyes off the man in front of me, but I can’t stop myself from glancing over my shoulder to find Enzo standing behind me with his arms folded over his chest and a wicked grin on his face.
Rising to my feet, I squash down the tension rippling through my body and turn my back on my opponent. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Enzo, but if you actually want your man to survive, you might want to call in a medic asap because I don’t know if I hit one of those teeny tiny important arteries,” I state, showing him howteeny tinyI mean with my thumb and forefinger.
Matteo scoffs as he comes to stand beside his brother, a true look of disdain on his face as he glares down at his man on the floor. “This fucker can roll around in the dirt for a bit, think about his actions, and that goddamn mouth of his that makes me want to kill him with my bare hands.”
Fuck, I know what Enzo means about getting hotter and hotter. This is too much.
Shrugging, I head toward the gun range at the bottom of the garden, knowing every single man is following behind me. The brothers because they seem to be as magnetized to me as I am to them, and the rest because they’re enjoying the show.
“Gio, you’re up,” Enzo calls out as I turn and stop at the table to the far left set up with two assault rifles. Gio walks toward me, his body relaxed and his smile seemingly genuine as he approaches.
“Nice to meet you,” he mutters, brushing his arm against mine as he comes to a stop beside me, but I don’t take him on.
Instead, I turn my attention to Vito who hovers quietly to my right. “Please tell me this is your best shooter who I’m going to be comparing shots with and not someone you actually want me to aim at.”
The corner of his mouth tilts up, surprising me as he nods. “You would be correct,Bellisima,” he breathes, before pointing at the table before me. “Assault rifles, handguns, shotguns, and finally, snipers.” His hand moves with each item, pointing at each table and the targets laid out before them.
“Are you sure you can handle this?” Gio interrupts, and it pisses me off, but I force a smile to my lips as I turn to face him.
“The assaults, the shotguns, and the snipers are my preferred. Handguns remind me of tiny dicks, and I was just built to take more, you know?”
Someone laughs behind me as I reach for the assault rifle, going through my practiced motions as I bring it up to my face and knock the safety off. In the next breath, the shots ring out around me as the paper target in the distance flaps in the wind, revealing all six holes dead center on the head.
Placing the gun back down on the table, I don’t wait to see what he can do before I repeat the exact same motion with the handguns, shotguns, and finally, the snipers. When I take the last shot, I sneak a peek to find Gio looking at me with awe in his eyes.
“Fuck, those were some nice shots.” He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, hinting that this whole thing is turning him on.
“Thanks.”
I move to take a step back at the same time he reaches out a hand, grabbing my upper arm to regain my attention. I’m ready to knock this fucker to the ground, but the thunderous bite from Vito does the work for me.
“Get the fuck away from her, Gio.” My heart races faster in my chest at his tone, but Gio’s fingers only relax a little, not actually letting go of me. “Let go of her arm or you lose your trigger finger.” I didn’t think it was possible for his voice to get lower, but I was wrong.
Gio releases me in the next breath, while I discreetly rub my thighs together in appreciation. I’m a sucker for these men, there’s no doubt about it. I turn back to look at Vito, wanting to portray my thanks without words, but I’m distracted by the vision of a woman in pale pink marching toward us.
“Holy. Fucking. Shit. Am I going to continue showing up here with a trail of injured bodies leading me to Wren or is this another one-off occasion?”
Valentina.
I grin at her as she slows, gaining the attention of every man here as they gape at her with lust flashing in their eyes. I don’t get a say in the matter as she throws her arms around me, shaking her head in disbelief at what she’s saying.
When she releases her hold on me, turning to give her brothers a stern look, I grin.
“Valentina, this is fun for me. Bringing men down feeds my soul.” Her smile matches mine as she wraps her arm around my shoulder and starts leading me inside as she hollers loud enough for everyone to hear.
“It’s official. We’re definitely keeping her.”
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