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“I don’t have to be a part of the Mafia to be willing to kill you for what you did.”
“WhatIdid?” He chuckled. “You should ask your boyfriend what he did before you start making accusations. Oh, wait, he couldn’t have told you that his soldiers slaughtered my entire family, leaving them to bleed out on the side of the road like they never meant anything.”
Fuck.
“Did he promise you the world and peace and everything you ever wanted? Did he tell you that he ran the family business?”
This man thought that Nico didn’t tell me the entire truth?
But how could he know about me? How did he find us? Why would he be taking me when Nico knew me for what, forty-eight hours?
“You should really let go of me,” I warned, struggling to break free from his hold.
“Should I?”
“I think you should listen to the lady.” An instant relief coursed through me, making me feel lightheaded.
The stranger turned us around and pushed me in front of him, wrapping his arm over my throat and pressing the gun to my temple.
And to think that I complained about how boring my life was.
“Nico Romano,” the stranger bit out, disdain and poison dripping from every word. “It’s nice to see you again.”
CHAPTER8
“I would sayit’s nice to see you as well, but considering that I can’t see who’s hiding behind the mask, I am unable to do so.”
His voice was steady, his eyes trained at the man behind me, but I could see his hands, twitching at his sides, and the cloaked fury brewing within him.
“Oh, you want to know who I am?” He tightened his hold on me, but the gun left my temple. In less than a second, the balaclava he wore fell on the ground. I couldn’t turn around to see his face—not that I wanted to—but looking at Nico, I could see the lack of recognition on his part.
“Am I supposed to know you?”
“You motherfucker,” the intruder barked out, pressing the gun to my temple again. “Don’t pretend that you don’t remember me. We both know what you did to my family, so cut the crap.”
“I would really like to entertain your delusions and your ideas, but I have no idea who you or your family are.”
“Were,” he corrected him. “Who we were. I’m the last living member of it. And you’re lying. I saw you, years ago, on the cameras.”
“You saw me? On the cameras?”
“Yeah, on the cameras!” He pointed the gun at Nico. “You were there when they killed my wife and my son. You were the one that did it.”
“I’m truly sorry for what happened to your family,” Nico started, lifting his hands above his head, and taking a step forward. “But I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Stop lying! Stay where you are, or you’ll be responsible for another death,” he threatened, pressing the barrel of the gun against my head again. “You wouldn’t want to see her pretty head blowing apart.”
“You think I’m pretty?” I grinned when all I wanted to do was punch him in his dick.
“Shut up,” he warned, wrapping his hand around my throat.
“Uuuuh, kinky.” I wiggled, trying to distract him. “I like it.”
“Shut the fuck up, whore.”
“That’s not very nice.”
His gun traveled from my temple, over my cheek, all the way to my mouth. When he pressed the barrel against my lips, I knew it was time for me to officially shut up.
