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I walk closer to him with my gun still pointed in his face. “You should have kept your hands off my family, Giovanni,” I sneer. “I’ll keep my word, I promise you.”

“Fuck you, Luca. Fuck you!” He struggles to breathe as he shifts on the floor. His fingers are stained with his own blood as he covers the gunshot wound.

With a brutal turn, I force his hands away from his chest, exposing the wound to the air. He screams in agony as I press my hand into the bleeding gash, my fingers digging deep into his flesh.

The coppery taste of his blood dances on my tongue as I lick my fingers, a sadistic grin spreading across my face. I straighten up, my movements abrupt and violent, as if I’m reveling in Giovanni's suffering.

The club around us is deserted now; the music and laughter are now replaced by an eerie silence.

Sterling and Vito stand tall, their guns trained on Giovanni’s men.

“Kill them all.” I turn to look at my former best friend. “Leave Giovanni. Let him bleed out and die slowly, just like they did with my parents.” I pull out a dagger to draw a crest, my family’s mark, on Giovanni’s arm.

His eyes dim as he struggles to stay conscious. I lean in close, my face twisted with grief. “Taste the pain and fear that my family felt. I’ll make every one of you feel it.”

I press the dagger into his flesh, and his screams become music to my ears.

“Blood for blood. I won’t stop till I end the Mancinis.”

Immediately, I turn my back, the sound of bullets flying, the perfect melody to end the night. Vito and Sterling shoot sporadically at the Mancini men.

The Mancini family will pay, every last one of them, for the suffering they’ve inflicted upon mine.

This is merely the beginning, a taste of the carnage to come.

Chapter twelve

Gianna

It’s crazy what can happen in three years.

Nothing has been the same since the day I found out I was with Luca’s child and I became a mother. I’m staring at her as she is fast asleep.

She has an enviable innocence to her face. A contrast to that of Luca’s. Hell, I have no idea what the fuck he looks like anymore, or if he is still alive at all.

It’s been three years since he left with no trace.

Sophie reminds me of him. Her eyes are the same color as his. The kind of golden brown that reminds you of honey. There’s a striking resemblance between them. From the curve of her smileto the arch of her brow and full lashes, Sophie is almost a mirror of him, or the image of him I remember.

She has the color of my hair and my full lips. I tuck some loose strands of hair behind her ears.

She wriggles a little as she turns to sleep on her side. Her tiny hands spread by her sides. I kiss her goodnight one more time before I leave her room.

Giovanni has been a great help with her. He doesn’t treat Sophie the way Father does or look at her with regret.

My life has been hell for going against my parents’ wishes to get rid of the baby. I’m glad I didn’t succumb to their wishes. Sophie has been my hope. The one person who has kept me going.

Along with Giovanni. I couldn’t have saved my baby without his help.

“Everyone’s dead. Only Omar survived.”

I hear a chattering noise as I walk to my room. It’s coming from the living room.

“Where ismio figlio?” Mother squeals.

What’s wrong with my brother?

“He is badly wounded. A gunshot to the chest. They don't know if he's going to make it.”

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