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As soon as I know which group is behind the trafficking of organs, I’ll kill the doctor. I’m leaving Harlan and his daughter for last.
Especially the daughter.
Honestly, I’m torn between cutting the fucking kidney out of her while she’s conscious or making her suffer for the rest of her life.
I’ve memorized every stand of ginger hair on her head, but I still stare at the photo.
She looks vulnerable and weak. It would be the easiest thing to snap her neck like a twig.
I imagine my fingers wrapping around her throat and squeezing until tears spill down her cheeks.
She’d whimper and beg for mercy.
She’d fucking gasp for air, and I’d show no mercy.
“Boss?” Vincenzo says to get my attention.
I’m so deep in thought I didn’t realize we’re at Dario’s place already.
Shoving the door open, I climb out of the vehicle and stalk to the elevators. I let out a sigh as I step inside, scanning the access card for the penthouse.
I have a key for Dario and Franco’s homes. It’s in case shit goes sideways, and we need to get inside.
The doors slide open, and not seeing Dario in the living room, I head to the kitchen.
“Where are you?” I call out.
“Taking a leak.”
I open the fridge and help myself to a bottle of water. As I take a sip, Dario calls, “Where the fuck did you go?”
I swallow the water, then answer, “Kitchen.”
A few seconds later, he comes in with a small box and sets it down on the island in the middle of the kitchen.
“I got four cameras. Make sure nothing obstructs their view, or we won't see shit.” He tilts his head. “Maybe I should plant them.”
“No. I’ll do it.”
I take a look at the cameras lying on a bed of bubble wrap. They’re no bigger than a button. There are also double-sided adhesive pads.
When I pick up the sheet, I ask, “Will this work?”
“It’s either that or you take a glue gun. Those will work just fine, though.”
“They better,” I mutter.
“Ungrateful ass.”
The corner of my mouth lifts, and it has Dario smiling as if a miracle just happened.
“Need anything else?” he asks.
“Not that I can think of. I’ll be in touch.” Taking the box, I head toward the elevator.
“My ballet company is performing this weekend. Want to come to a show?”
Chuckling, I shake my head. “Opera and tutus are your thing, brother.” Stepping into the elevator, I shake my head. “You’re the only one who likes that shit.”
