Page 198 of Sinful Lies

She pressed her hands to her ears, shaking her head as if to block me out.

“I don’t believe you, Angelo.”

I grabbed her wrist and lowered her hand.

“You have to trust me, Jade.”

Her eyes met mine, and in that moment, I saw it all—hope, anger, confusion, and something deeper.

She wanted to believe me, but she was too fucking scared to admit it.

“Trust me,amore,” I breathed out.

Just like I fucking did, before you tore it all apart.

Her eyes searched my face, and after a long pause, she swallowed and gave a slow nod. She unbuckled her seatbelt, the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air as she pushed open the door and stepped out of the car.

I stepped out of the car and made my way toward her.

Her eyes locked onto Greg, and I saw her flinch, her pupils dilating like she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing.

“Lazzio, I don’t want to be a witness to the blood on your hands!” she snapped, her voice shaky with a mixture of fear and disgust. She tried to turn back to the car, but I was already in her way, blocking her.

“James Greg is the one who destroyed the Cyrus Project. He’s the one who killed your sister. Not me.”

Her breath hitched in her throat, and for a moment, her eyes went wide, that fragile mask of control slipping for just a second.

But she quickly regained herself, her fists tightening at her sides.

“Lazzio, I swear, if you’re lying, I’ll grate your dick in a grinder and feed it to you.”

I couldn’t help but smirk at the threat, my hand reaching out to grip her chin, tilting her head just enough to catch her lips in a quick, possessive kiss.

Her eyes fluttered shut for a second, a brief moment of surrender before she pulled back, her breath shaky.

“Noted,” I whispered, the taste of betrayal lingering on her lips.

“Not that I’m not enjoying the show,” Vittori’s voice sliced through us. “But you two lovebirds better hurry the fuck up. I’ve got shit to do.”

I snapped my gaze over to him.

He was leaning casually against the car, cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes glinting with amusement.

“Greg,” I said, turning slowly. “Let’s talk about the Cyrus Project.”

His gaze seethed with hatred, his body straining against the ropes as if he could break free. “Fuck you, Lazzio.”

Vittori laughed. “Wrong answer, buddy.”

My gun was out in an instant, and I shot him straight in the calf.

An eye for an eye.

The blast echoed, his scream following immediately after.

Jade flinched, her hands pressed to her ears, her face twisting in disgust. She spun away, her body colliding with mine as she buried her face in my chest, desperate to shut it all out.

“It’s alright,amore,” I murmured low, my hand sliding down her back. “Now, Greg, where were we? Ah, that’s right. The Cyrus Project.”

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