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It’s been years since I’ve been on a boat, and I forgot how much I dislike the rocking sensation. The plan of a sniper on a yacht perhaps wasn’t one of our best; however, I’m a good shot, so it doesn’t matter.

“You good, viper?” I ask into the comms.

“I’m approaching now. You got eyes on the prize?”

I zero in on the scope. “Yeah. Of course I do.”

Ten guys. Two guards. As expected. And a crazy wife that’s about to walk in the middle of them. I tried to talk her out of this, but she isn’t letting Nikos off lightly, and, according to Gianna, a bullet he doesn’t see coming is a reward, not a punishment.

My wife wants to watch the life drain from his eyes as he begs for forgiveness. And you know what? If he’d murdered my brother, I’d feel exactly the same way. So, reluctantly, I agreed with her plan. She’s more than capable. We’ve got men surrounding the area in case she needs them.

“We have eyes. Just say the word,” Arias, one of Enzo’s contacts, says through the speakers.

I move my scope, watching Gianna as she walks up to the two bodyguards that tower over her. Not a single ounce of fear on her face.

We’ve got three snipers dotted around their party. All waiting for Gianna’s word. And I’m trying to ignore the bile rising up my throat, which I’m not sure if it’s from the boat rocking or her walking into a mass slaughter in a dress I’m itching to rip off her.

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

Gianna

I slide the bodyguard a wad of cash with a seductive smile. “This is for you to turn a blind eye. I’ve been hired by Nikos’ girlfriend to surprise him. Chloe knows he has a soft spot for a tattooed woman, and it is his fortieth birthday after all. We’re friends; we go way back,” I say softly.

The guy frowns, glancing at his friend. “I’ve already shown you inside my purse; I’ve got nothing other than cigarettes and condoms,” I whisper innocently.

The other guy coughs, and I set my focus on the one who clearly has a weak spot for me.

“He’s going to have the time of his life, trust me,” I say, batting my lashes.

He glances down at my tits, his gaze lingering a second too long, and I fight every instinct that’s screaming at me to stab him in the neck.

“It’s one dance, well, and maybe a threesome later.” I wink. Stepping closer, I wrap my hand around his tie and drag him down, my lip brushing his ear.

“Or, I could forget about them and take you home later?” I whisper.

He sucks in a sharp breath, and I smile, pulling away.

“Fine. One dance, and then you come to me after. Deal?”

I slide my hand in his and shake. “Deal.”

He lifts the red rope and lets me through. I keep my head down and go straight to the bar. The twinkling festoon lights that hang on either side of the pier make my eyes shimmer. The sound of Nikos’ deep laugh sends a rage through me.

Gripping the marble counter, I fluff my curls with my fingers, tapping the earpiece. “Now,” I order.

I turn to face Nikos for the first time since he ordered Max’s death, and I smile.

Bullets whizz past me, and the laughter begins to fade, almost in slow motion as they each drop. One by one. Man by man.

No dramatics. No screaming. Because it’s too fast. Before they can move, they’re snipered in the head.

Until one man remains.

The barman slides me the Glock across the bar without saying a word. One of Enzo’s men tracked him down this morning and bribed him.

I aim it at Nikos.

His pale face, his bloodshot eyes. The fear that radiates off him. Nothing will bring my brother back.