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Franco glares daggers at me. Even though he looks pissed, I know he’s considering my offer. He’s been wanting to kill me for years. Now is his chance.
“Fine,” he finally says, making me sigh in relief. “We’ll fight. But no tricks.”
“No tricks,” I promise.
Franco shoves Nina to the side so hard she hits the table. When she cries out, I turn my attention toward her, wanting nothing more than to protect her.
When I’m not looking, Franco rushes my side. I grunt as he forces me onto my back. He swings his fist down and lands a solid punch to my nose. My vision goes black for a second. Franco smiles triumphantly and raises his fist again, but this time, I buck him off and roll onto my side. I get up just before Franco can come at me again.
I land a kick to his stomach, which makes him smack against the wall. “You’re not the only one who knows how to fight.”
“I can see that,” he growls, coming at me again. He barrels right into me, slamming me into the wall this time. Franco punches my side. I grunt and counterattack, landing a hit to cheek. Franco stumbles back. “But you don’t know everything.” He swipes his leg out, knocking me onto my ass. When he lunges forward to grab me, I back out of his way.
I kick up and hit him in the nose. The crunch of his nose breaking is satisfying. “I’ve been fighting for money for the past five years,” I say. “I know how to fight.”
Franco shakes himself off and comes at me again. He lands on top of me, pushing me to the ground. When he presses his arm to my throat, I begin to panic. He smiles savagely as he presses down harder. “You think you’re so smart, Antonio. You think you’re just as good as your father was. But I have a secret to share.” He leans down and says into my ear, “He died because of me.”
I freeze. “What?” I manage to force out. It’s getting harder and harder to breathe.
“He got sick gradually, didn’t he? I know you remember. It was because I was poisoning him. Slowly but surely until the day he died. If I was able to take down the great Riccardo Moretti, then I am more than capable of taking down his pathetic excuse for a son.”
Rage fills my vision. Franco killed my father, and now, he’s about to kill me.
I try bucking against him but he’s too strong. My windpipe is slowly getting crushed. It’s hard to even breathe let alone think of a plan to get out of this situation.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Nina stand up. Franco doesn’t even pay her any attention.
Then the gunshot goes off.
Franco jerks, his eyes widening as he sits up, letting me go. I suck in a ragged breath. He reaches around to touch his back. His fingers come away with blood.
I look toward Nina. She has a gun in her hands and is pointing it at Franco.
I stand up and run to her, grabbing the gun from her hands. Nina slumps over, sobbing. I turn to Franco, gun aimed at him.
“You said no guns,” he growls, his voice sounder weaker than I’ve ever heard.
“I don’t care about rules. I just want you to know that before you die, Antonio Moretti, son of Riccardo Moretti, is the reason you no longer exist.”
Franco’s eyes widen. “Wai—”
I fire.
The gunshot to his head cuts him off.
A small gurgle escapes Franco’s mouth before he falls face forward onto the floor. The moment I realize he’s dead, I sink to the floor, dropping the gun and letting my head rest in my hands. It’s not until Nina touches my arm I realize I’m crying.
“Antonio?” She shakes me. “Antonio, talk to me.”
I curl in on myself, crying for all the pain Franco put me through over the past five years. For the pain he put me through over the past twelve years since he killed my dad. My family’s and my lives were never the same after that, and it was all his fault.
Nina sits beside me, resting her head on my arm, not saying a word. I can hear her sniffles as we cry together.
The front door opens. I look up, expecting to see my family, but instead, I see another person I fucking hate. Petrov.
He looks between his daughter, the dead body, and me. I can see on his face the moment he realizes I’ve won.
I lunge for him as he turns to run away. Grabbing him by his jacket, I haul him into the house, shoving him to the ground. Nina backs away, scrubbing at her eyes.
