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“Siena.”

She looked away, but John’s hand grabbed her chin, and turned her back to stare at him. He wouldn’t let her go, either.

Andino did say after.

Siena couldn’t lie to John.

“Kev’s dead,” she whispered.

John stiffened in the bed. “How? Shot, or something?”

She wasn’t surprised that was the first thing he thought of. A lot of the warring between their families had been violent and bloody.

“No, he was poisoned at his birthday party tonight,” she said quietly.

John blinked, and stilled. “Poisoned.”

Siena shrugged. “Yeah.”

“That’s a very specific way to die. How do you know he was—” John’s words cut off abruptly when Siena glanced away again. The truth was in her eyes. She wanted him to see it and figure it out much more than she wanted to explain it. “Siena.”

She wouldn’t look at him again.

He said her name again.

And again.

“Siena,” John murmured, his hands grabbing tighter to her waist than before. “Don’t tell me you were the one to do it.”

“I did what I was told to do.”

It was what she was best at, after all.

CHAPTER TEN

“YOU FUCKING asshole!”

Andino looked up from the papers on his desk, and narrowly missed John’s oncoming fist by ducking. “Shit.”

It didn’t make a difference. John landed a punch to his cousin’s jaw on the second swing, anyway.

The hit connected hard enough to send Andino’s head flying to the side. John was already bracing for the impact that was sure to come back at him. Andino didn’t disappoint. His cousin pushed out of the chair faster than he could blink, and came at him.

John was quick enough to duck the first swing Andino aimed for his head, but forgot that his cousin was a south paw, and sneaky as fuck. Ducking like he did only gave Andino the chance to land a hard punch against John’s fucking kidney.

Jesus Christ.

That hurt.

Andino shoved John into the office door. John went right back for more. He shoved Andino hard, too, knocking his cousin into the chair, and desk. Not that it kept Andino down, or anything. He came right back for more, too.

So was their way.

Soon, the two cousins were pounding fists into one another on the floor of Andino’s office, while the employees in the kitchen worked on like nothing was happening. Just another day working for Andino Marcello, apparently.

This wasn’t the first time the two had gone to blows over something, and it likely wouldn’t be the last. Sometimes, this was just how they dealt with any kind of shit between them, but this time, it was different for John.

He was pissed.