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When Tony told me they’d carried Rose out of Maisy’s place with a hood over her head, crimson had flooded my vision. Their blood. I’d bathe in it once I had Rose back, safe in my arms.
“Good. They’ll be the only ones unconscious once I’m done with them.” I scan the perimeter and catch sight of heavily armed Kings stationed in every corner. “Everyone ready?”
“Waiting on your word,capo.”
I nod, my fingers tightening around the grip of my gun. That swirl of suffocating fear mixes with the adrenaline of battle and rages a war in my chest. “Let’s move,” I growl. “Behind me.”
Two guys dressed in black stand on either side of the graffitied red container. Their guns are holstered, and they’re chit-chatting like little princesses about the fucking weather. Sitting ducks.
I slip the silencer out of my pocket and attach it to the muzzle of my Glock. A quick nod to Tony, and we’re on the same page without uttering a word. With lethal precision, I take aim at the guy on the left and he takes the one on the right. Three, two, one.
Twin gunshots to the head. Both bodies sag to the floor in unison.
I reach the container door first and jerk on the latch. The sharp squeal of the rusted hinge ratchets up my pulse, but there’s no avoiding it. I whip open the door, gun drawn, and blink quickly as my pupils adjust to the dim surroundings.
Grabbing the first guy I can make out, I wrap my arm around his throat and jerk him against my chest. The barrel is pointed at his temple. “No one move or this asshole’s brains will be all over the floor.”
My eyes finally adjust to the darkness, and three bound and gagged figures coalesce from the shadows.
My heart leaps up my throat as they settle on Rose.
“Dante!” she murmurs around the gag or at least I swear I hear my name.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m here.” I bite back the overwhelming emotion tightening my throat and flex my bicep so I’m crushing the guy’s windpipe. Then I refocus on the redhead, Maisy, who I recognize, and the other figure with a hood over his head. I’m guessing he’s a male based on his dark trousers and brown loafers.
Another male emerges from the shadows, and Tony pivots the barrel of his gun and takes aim. Sharp blue eyes lift to mine, and I barely restrain the gasp from spilling out. “You?” I snarl.
Nico Rossi steps into the light, a smug grin stretched across his face and that damned man bun bobbing at the top of his head. He struts closer so I can make out his dark three-piece suit, just like the one he wore in the conference room the other day, with a gold chain hanging from his pocket. Thebastardomoves behind Rose, and pure venom surges through my veins.
“Don’t take another step closer to her, youpezzo di merda, or Tony will blow your head off.” I do take a step closer, dragging Rossi’s man along with me.
“Kill him or don’t. I couldn’t give two shits.” Nico ticks his head at the squirming male in my grasp and shrugs nonchalantly.
So, I call him on his bullshit. I squeeze the trigger and the gunshot rings out, echoing across the walls of the metal container. The girls scream around the gags, and I feel bad scaring them, but it’s a small price to pay for their safety. It’s time to let the monster free. Rossi’s guy collapses to the floor, blood dripping from his head and pooling at my feet.
A flash of anger hardens thefiglio di puttana’s jaw.
“Since you didn’t give two shits…,” I mutter, shrugging. We’ve got Nico surrounded now. Besides the four men flanking me, I’ve got another dozen lurking outside. It’s just him and the guy beneath the hood now.
“Mmm.” He moves closer to Rose, and every muscle in my body vibrates with wrath.
“Not another step,” I hiss.
“Why not? You don’t want to see who our mystery guest is?” Nico throws me an arrogant smile as he moves between Rose and the hooded man. “You really do, I know you do.”
“Fine,” I grit out, only because I am curious as hell, then I level the Glock at Nico’s head. “Then you have two seconds to release my girl before Tony and I put two bullets between your eyes.”
Nico’s fingers pinch around the black fabric, and he yanks it off. The blonde male’s head rolls back, mouth gagged.
“Is that…?” I eye the bruised, sallow, dirt-covered face. “Is that Dr. Mark?”
Nico nods, eyes sparkling with amusement. “He was the perfect distraction, Dante. Once I figured out whatshemeant to you, everything fell into place so easily.” He chuckles, his thick, tattooed arms pressed over his chest. “You want to hear the funniest part? This asshole isn’t just a stalker and a rapist, he’s a two-timer with a secret identity. As it turns out, he was married to the cute redhead while he was fucking your girl.”
My carefully honed restraint snaps, and I lunge. I throw a quick jab at Nico's jaw, but he deftly blocks it and counters with a brutal left hook. The surprising impact sends me reeling back, blood trickling from my split lip. “Fuck,” I snarl and wipe the blood from my chin.
Regaining my footing, I retaliate with a vicious low kick, aiming for Nico's knee. He evades with a swift step back, then lands a powerful kick to my ribs. I stagger back before unleashing a flurry of punches, each one finding its mark on Nico's face and torso.
He grunts with each blow but never loses his composure. He ducks, avoiding a lethal hit, and retaliates with a knee to my midsection. Gasping for air, I stumble backward, my suit torn and disheveled.
