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The hangers slide across the bar and back into place.
Another bang. Cracking.
Heavy footsteps.
I urge my thundering heart to quiet down so I can hear, but the roar of my pulse is so damn loud.
“Where is she?” someone shouts. The voice is muffled, but it sounds familiar.
“Not here.” That’s Enzo. Definitely Enzo.
There’s a gunshot, and I cover my mouth to mute the squealing. More shots go off. A few grunts. Thumps.
“You’re going to regret working for that prick,” Enzo growls.
Another gunshot.
Then it’s quiet. It’s so quiet—until it’s not.
“I don’t know!” someone barks. This is a different voice from before, but still familiar. Who is that? “We’ve searched the entire house. Yeah, we have him. I don’t agree. Every single Bramante fucker needs to die. Tonight!”
I press my hand tighter over my mouth, tears streaming down my face. My chest aches and I swear I’m going to throw up.
“No, I don’t care, Dad! This family has done nothing but cause us problems from the very beginning. They don’t respect us. There is no use for them. Fuck them and fuck the treaty too!”
It hits me then. I know who that voice belongs to.
But it doesn’t make sense.
Why would he be here? Why would he be mad at Enzo?
“Hold on,” he says. “I think I found something.”
The sharp clang of the metal hangers shoots up my spine. It’s quiet for a few seconds before there’s knocking on the wall in front of me. I slap a hand over my mouth and move as far back as I can.
“I’ll call you back,” he says.
There’s a heavy click. Kight floods into the small room, blinding me. When my vision clears, I’m looking at the one person I never thought I’d see again.
“Well, well, well. There’s my fiancée,” Zachary coos. “I’ve been looking for you.” He reaches in to pull me out, but I cower back. “None of that, Jordan. Come on now, kitten.” Another wave of nausea hits me when I hear that nickname. I hated it. So much I forgot all about it until it came out of his stupid thin-lipped mouth. Ew.
How the hell did I ever kiss those lips and like it?
Zachary grabs my wrist and yanks me toward him, pulling me out of the room.
“Let me go!” I scream, wiggling my body to get out of his grip. He holds me tighter.
“You’re coming with me,” he growls through clenched teeth.
“Where is Enzo?” I ask, stomping on his foot. It hurts enough he yelps and lets me go. I dash away, but don’t get far. He grabs my hair, yanking me back. The sharp pain travels from my neck to my back and I cry out, slamming against his chest.
“With my guys. Don’t worry. He’s being taken care of,” he whispers in my ear.
“You better not hurt him!” I elbow him but miss.
“Too late.”
My stomach drops.
