Page 26 of Days Of Valentino

Don’t get me wrong. I love the fucking shit out of my sister. There isn’t a single thing I wouldn’t do for her. Which is whywhen some asshole thought they’d target her for their own sick fantasies, I’m first in line to find the fucker and end him.

I just got back from Vancouver an hour ago, with my sister’s list of men she’s dated in my hand. Five fucking assholes whose heads I’d like to put holes through. Pops says I can’t do that. I need to focus on finding the one who still has a hard-on for her and leave shit be.

“You can cross this one off the list,” Pops says from the passenger seat of my car.

I might be first to line up to hunt this fucker, but that line starts behind our father. No one messes with his family, especially when it comes to my sister and me.

“Why?” I ask him, looking at the name he’s pointing to.

“Because the kid pissed his pants when I pointed a gun at his head and told him to forget Liliana existed.” Pops laughs. “He couldn’t run fast enough.”

“Does Lil know you did that?”

“She was there.”

“No wonder she hid her boyfriends from you,” I grumble under my breath.

“Anyone worthy of your sister wouldn’t run scared. They’d stick around and fight for her,” Pops says. “Would you run from Cassidy if someone threatened you?”

“Fuck no. I’d eradicate the fucking threat,” I tell him.

“Exactly. Anyone who won’t stand and fight doesn’t deserve to be with your sister.”

“So Travis deserves her, then?” I smirk, knowing my father isn’t O’Neil’s number one fan.

“Fuck no. The little fucker just won’t go away.”

“Because he’s not scared of you.” I laugh.

“He’s scared. He’s just a stubborn little shit,” Pops grunts. The idea of someone not being afraid of him doesn’t sit well with my father. “Plus, your sister seems to like him.”

“Enough to want to marry him.”

“Mhmm. Let’s get on with this list,” Pops says, pointing to the second name on the list. “This guy. Start with him.”

I punch the address into the navigation system and pull out into traffic. “How about you let me take the lead when we get there?” I suggest.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you have a habit of shooting first and never asking questions. We need to talk to him. Find out if he’s the one behind the threats to Lil,” I explain.

“Believe it or not, Alessandro, I do have some self-control when it’s needed,” my father says while plucking at an invisible piece of lint on his coat.

I look across at him. “Sure you do, Pops.”

“Just fucking drive,” he grunts.

Fifteen minutes later, I pull to a stop in front of a townhouse. “Remember… we need to talk first,” I tell my father as we walk up the stairs.

I press the doorbell and take a step back. It’s late. The whole place is dark and whoever’s inside is likely asleep. We want to catch them unaware, which is why we’ve chosen this time of night to make our rounds.

A light flicks on, and a few seconds later, the door opens. “Can I help you?” A guy who has to be reaching his mid-thirties stands on the other side of the door.

“Callum Burns?” I ask.

“Yeah. Who’s asking?” he counters.

“Alessandro Valentino. I believe you know my sister. Liliana,” I tell him.

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