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“Hello, there.” Her voice carries a light and playful tone. “You started the party without me. Not very nice.” I tightly clasp her hand before finally letting go.
With each step, she closes the distance between herself and Fusco, staring directly into his eyes. Between the gun pointed at his back by D and the target between his eyes, he doesn’t dare move.
“Remember me?” she asks, retrieving her knife from the back of her jeans.
“I’ve seen a lot of sluts in my life,” he spits, and I can see the anger in his eyes.
“I wouldn’t say things like that when you have a gun pointed at your head. Allow me to jog your memory.” The guys and I are like steel, knowing what is coming. Her fingers fidget with the knife’s handle before she begins to speak. “Seven years ago, you abducted me. Seven years ago, you tore my family apart when you took me and my sister and then sold us. I was beaten. I was raped. I was starved. All because of you. I was 18. My sister was 15. I made sure she escaped before she had to endure the same struggles that I did. But me? I was fully present for every minute of the nightmare. Because of you. And you know what I told myself to survive? Never again. Once I found you, I’d put an end to you. It was Blake who found and saved me. She made me stronger so I could be ready for that day. And that day has come. Today,” she says, her voice cold and menacing, “you will meet your end by my hands.”
“If I don’t fucking kill you before she does, you piece of shit.” Scott’s rage is evident as he rises from his seat and strides purposefully towards Fusco, channelling all his energy into a single punch that connects with the man’s jaw.
“Scott, stop!” shouts Em. “I don’t need a white knight. He’s mine.”
“Oh, but baby. I’m far from being a white knight. I’m the Slicer.”
“Riccardo. Kill them!” orders Fusco.
Riccardo walks towards him with a menacing look, one hand resting on his gun. “Why would I do that? Why would I kill her when you’re the one who kidnapped and sold my two nieces to the nastiest man alive, who’s now dead?” With his gun pressed against Fusco’s jaw, he continues to speak. “You know, I should be the one ending your life. You took the mafia Principessa and treated her like a whore. I should be the one carving out each of your organs, but she deserves this kill and the satisfaction of revenge for all that you have put her through. One thing you can be sure of is… tonight, you all die.” And with that, he takes a step forward, leaving Scott’s mouth wide open at this new piece of information.
Fusco takes advantage of the situation, grabs his gun, and starts to shoot.
Fucking eejits.
Scott roughly seizes Em by the arms and drags her away. I glance over at Jonas, and he nods in agreement. He swiftly makes his way out with Bailey in tow. Aidan attempts to run towards me, but a guard intercepts him, bringing him to a sudden stop.
The room is in chaos, with people running in every direction. As I run towards Caleb, the sound of my gunshots echoes through the air, causing some of the guards to turn their heads.
“You ready?” Cal asks me. I nod.
“Ready as I ever will be.”
“He’s mine.”
“Don’t miss this time,” I add with a wink that makes him groan.
The air is filled with the sound of fists and feet striking flesh as the fight rages on. I feel a sharp tug on my hair as someone yanks me backward.
Who the fuck grabs someone by the hair?
My head throbs painfully as if a thousand needles prickle my skull.
My elbow connects with his stomach, causing him to double over in agony. Using my position to my advantage, I quickly pivot and clamp my arm around his neck, cutting off his air supply until he collapses to the floor, dead. My eyes dart around, searching for Em, Scott, and Aidan, but they seem to have vanished.
Where the fuck are they?
“Boss. You need to leave now. You have 10 minutes.”
“Cailean, you need to delay it. I can’t find them.”
“I can’t, boss. It was set up so no one could change it once it’s programmed.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
My attention shifts to Caleb, who wasted no time in finding his father. He has him pinned to the floor, punches flying over Senior’s face. I interrupt him in his tracks. “I know you want to take your sweet time with him, but you need to leave. Now. This place is going to blow in 10 minutes.” Senior looks at me with fear in his eyes, blood dripping down every inch of his face. If he thinks for one second I’ll spare his life, he is more delusional than I thought. It’s sad, really, to think he faked his death for so long, continuing to traffic women only to meet the same end. Six feet in the ground. It makes sense now why some of The Twelve took part in this. Their loyalty to him is what brought them to their death.
“You must be insane if you think I’ll let you stay here alone.”
“Cal.”
