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I stand up, running past him. Franco grabs me around the waist, pulling me flush against him. His laugh is full of darkness. It makes my skin crawl.
“Not so fast.” He pushes me down onto the table, face first. “He doesn’t get to have such a pretty wife. And you were supposed to kill him.” He tosses the end of my dress up. “I told your father you wouldn’t do a good job, but he didn’t listen.” Franco’s hands grip the edges of my underwear. “Now, this is punishment for both you and Antonio.” He rips my underwear down. I try fighting him, but he presses a hand against my back, keeping me in place. He’s digging his fingers right into one of my wounds. The pain is unbearable.
I can feel Franco’s erection against my inner thigh. I shut my eyes and hope the moment goes by fast.
“Let her go,” Antonio’s deep voice rings out. My eyes snap open, and I see the man I love standing in the kitchen, pointing his gun at Franco.
CHAPTER18
Antonio
The sight of Franco standing behind Nina with his cock out makes my blood fucking boil.
“Let her go,” I warn. Franco jerks back, stuffing his cock back into his pants. I guess he doesn’t want to die with his cock out. Smart.
Nina slumps to the ground, curling into a ball. I don’t have time to ask her how she is, even though it’s all I want to do. She’s my wife, and it’s my job to protect her.
But right now, I need to focus on Franco. Focus on killing him.
Franco smirks once his surprise wears off. “Antonio? So, you’ve finally come to kill me, have you?”
“I have.” I point my gun at his head.
“Before you do,” Franco says, raising his hands. “Let me tell you something. If you kill me right now, none of my men will follow you. One of them will take over instead. So, killing me is pointless. You still won’t get the Moretti family business. You’re not strong enough. Not beloved enough. Think on that.”
“I’m done thinking.” And I fire my gun.
Franco dives out of the way, and the bullet misses him by an inch. It wedges itself in the wall where he was standing moments ago. I turn toward where he hides behind the kitchen table.
“Come out, Franco.” I stalk toward him, firing again, but just like last time, he manages to get out of the way at the last second. He’s using the table for protection.
Franco skids on his knees toward Nina and grabs her from behind. She cries out, and the sound sends pain straight to my heart. He holds Nina in front of him. “Shoot, why don’t you, Antonio. But then you’d risk hitting your wife. Killing her, even.”
I lower my gun slightly. “Let her go, Franco. Or do you want everyone to know you used a girl as protection against me?”
“I don’t care about that. I only care about living.” He grips Nina tighter, making her whimper. I desperately want to tell her she’ll be all right, but I’m not sure. Franco is a wildcard.
I watch in horror as Franco grabs his gun from his jacket and presses it to Nina’s head.
“Antonio?” she whispers, tears streaming down her face.
“Let her go,” I seethe.
“No. You can’t kill me. Not when I have your wife like this. You have no choice but to let me leave. Alive.” Franco slowly stands, bringing Nina with him.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I warn him.
“Oh, but I am.” The vicious grin on his face makes me see red. He thinks he’s won. Bullshit.
I drop my gun to the ground. “How about a fight? Just like old times? No guns. Just you and me.”
Franco hesitates, eyeing me. “And why would I do that?”
“Because then you can say you beat Antonio Moretti in hand-to-hand combat. You won by beating him in a fist fight. That’s more impressive than sneaking out of the house with a girl in front of you.”
“I’m not afraid to fight,” Franco scoffs.
“Then prove it. Fight me. After all, you were the one who taught me most of what I know. This should be a cakewalk for you.”
