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We approach a building at the edge of Palermo, full of idiots fucking drunk on their money and corrupt complacency, playing a game of cards.
I don’t look at her, except to make sure she’s okay. At the gate, I slice open the neck of one man and then the other. The first doesn’t see me, the second too late, his pleas of mercy cut short.
She’s seeing me at my worst. Or is that best? My truest form, I think, the real me under the veneer of humanity.
It’s them or her, and I keep my pace as slow as I dare, stay as in front of her as I can. I’ll kill every last soul here to keep my Rose safe, pick them off one by one, and—
A bullet whizzes by, the soft crack from a silencer and a body hitting the ground the only sound.
My guts lurch in a way they haven’t since Derek had my Rose.
Then it hits me.
Oh, fuck.
Rose just shot and killed someone who was going to shoot me. If—
She slaps me. Hard. I grab her hand and haul her against the wall. “Rose?”
“You fucking asshole. I get it, you want to protect me, but you have to stop. I know exactly who you are. You’re a monster. You kill. You don’t cry over it. My Nikolai would have seen that man and shot him dead. You…” She makes a strangled sound. “You got shot once for me. Don’t make it twice. I can’t lose you. Please… Be you. Get out of your own head.”
She’s fucking right, and I hate it. Unfortunately, I need her to stay out of this next part. “Inside are five people, and, chances are, they know we’re coming. I need you to stay here.”
She shakes her head. “You and me, Nikolai. I’m safer with you.”
I close my eyes. I can’t deny that, and every second I waste…
“We were made for each other, Niko. Be you, and I’ll be me. You taught me how to shoot, to protect myself. I’m good.”
I kiss her hard, deep, sucking at her tongue, devouring her the way I want to fuck her as she palms my cock, moaning into me until I break the kiss. “Let’s do this.”
The man at the door goes down under my knife, and Rose takes his gun. I ease open the next door; the place is small, and we don’t head for the voices. Instead, we sweep the place. Even with a silencer, a gun might be heard this close, so with Rose at my back, I slice through every soul I come across. Three men, one woman.
We head down the hall toward a room leaking smoke and drunken laughter. There’s a door open to my right, showing a woman giving head to someone I know. Someone who’s been in my house. Seen Rose naked.
He has the woman riding something, some kind of massive dildo on a platform. On her finger is a fat engagement ring and… That’s all I need to know. I don’t need to see her face. She’s not engaged to him, but to another man. She’s mafia, has her own niche, and she usually likes them young and dumb or rich and old and powerful. Her latest fiancé is about to meet his demise, and this prick’s taking his place. She’s here, and she’s recently jacked up her prices with me.
Fuck, I need to end them. Now. I’m going to have to shoot them. I—
Rose moves, stepping past me, gun raised to the man and a finger to her lips. She comes up to him, and I step in.
“Hello, Gregor.” I take the woman, Bianca, by the hair and pull her mouth from his small dick. “Bianca.”
I have my knife at her throat, and that’s when something flashes in Rose’s hand. Oh, my fucking gorgeous girl.
Rose cocks the gun and flicks the knife, and we both slice their necks.
There’s horror and a dark excitement in her eyes, something I think is more about the fact she succeeded. I don’t think the reality has hit yet.
Or maybe it has. I’m betting Rose remembers every fucker who looked at or touched her wrong.
Leaving the bodies, I head to the final door and kick it open, shooting as I step in. Rose shoots the fifth, and he goes down but not out, clutching at his neck where her bullet hit. I shoot the rest, this time in the head.
I know who they are.
I know who isn’t here.
And I know who the man spurting blood on Rose.
