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CHAPTER1
REVENGE
Dante
I would not allow my brother to die today.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Ducking behind a stack of wooden crates, I press Luca to the floor, blanketing him with my body as bullets ricochet across the warehouse. The scent of gunpowder is thick in the air as the standoff with the Red Dragons continues.
“Dante,smettila!” he growls from beneath my arm. “Get off me, I can fight for myself.”
“No,” I snarl, my finger closing around the trigger. I shoot off a hailstorm of bullets into the murky space. “Stella will kill me if anything happens to you. I already owe your fiancée enough. I don’t need to add to the debt.”
He remains silent for a blissful minute. My stubborn younger brother has always believed himself to be invincible. Until he met her. Now everything has changed. The idea of dying becomes much less acceptable when you’re forced to leave behind someone you’re fucking crazy about.
Lucky for me, I don’t have that problem.
Luca shoves me off and crouches beside me, drawing out the handgun from his inside jacket pocket. As C.E.O. of King Industries, myfratellinodoesn’t have use for a weapon on most days. But today, the Triad got the drop on us.
“Where the hell are Tony and the other guys?” Luca hisses as another spray of bullets zings over our heads.
“On their way,” I mutter through clenched teeth. I never should’ve let my brother come today. So much for a quick check on our supplies. How the fuck did Feng Zhang and his men know we’d be here? And unprotected?
“I can’t believe thatfiglio di puttanais still alive,” Luca grits out.
I nod and squeeze out another round before reloading. Feng was supposed to be dead, along with his cousin Bo who’d nearly killed us three months ago. Bo’s father Jianjun is the head of the Chinese Triad. His bastard son captured Luca’s fiancée and my brother lost his shit. We thought they were all dead, then last week a fucking ghost appears.
Feng.
The thirst for revenge changes a man.
I know this well enough. After Papà died and Luca slid into the King’s throne, vengeance was all I lived for.
The sudden silence jerks me from my musings, and I glance around the dark warehouse.
“Why’d they stop?” Luca whispers.
I inch up and peer over the edge of the bullet-riddled crates. Feng stands across the sprawling space with two men at each side. They’re all in red from head-to-toe, wearing the traditional Chinese warrior cuirass along with more modern hoods.
“I’ve come to deliver a message.” Feng’s voice cuts through the unnatural silence.
Luca stands, but I wrap my fingers around his wrist and jerk him back down. “Stay down,” I hiss. “You’re too valuable.”
“Oh, fuck off, Dante.”
I throw a narrowed glare at my brother. “Stella,” I mouth.
He huffs out a frustrated breath and shrinks down behind the splintering crate.
“We’re listening,” I shout back.
Feng clears his throat, then reaches into his pocket and something silver glints beneath the dim halogen lights.
“Merda,” Luca mutters.
He creeps closer, hands extended palm up. His men trail him on either side, guns trained at us. As he nears, I finally focus on the silver circlet. Bo’s gaudy dragon ring. Feng slides it onto his middle finger and squeezes his hand into a fist.
