Page 111 of Vicious Vows

“Because it’s yours.” I motioned between me and Milo. “We intercepted it and kept it until the time was right. You took a chance on us, and we haven’t proved ourselves, but we will.”

“Thanks to Gian,” Milo said. “We can rectify that today.”

“With my help,” Lorenzo said. “This offer will go a long way with my cartel.”

“It’s a thank you for agreeing to assist us today.” Without Lorenzo’s cartel, I wouldn’t be able to go in and do what needed to be done. “Your manpower will make this operation much smoother.”

“Are you sure you don’t need more than my manpower?” Lorenzo asked. “I’m fully prepared to take this on myself.”

Handing over the hit to Lorenzo would make my life so much easier, but taking out Gian was my responsibility. The other families would expect me to prove myself.

“I appreciate that.” I extended my hand. “But it has to be me.”

“I admire your work ethic.” His lips curved into a side smile as he shook my hand. “Gian poked the bear when he came after you.”

“Technically, I started this when I took Lissia hostage.” I shrugged. “I don’t regret doing that. What I started, I’ll finish.”

I didn’t see another way out of this.

“I could finish it.” Milo leaned against the cold cement wall. “I don’t have to sleep with Lissia… Unless you need me to do that too?”

“In your fucking dreams.” I snarled.

“Can you two screw around later?” Lucas motioned between us. “I respect the balls you had when you stood up to me, Milo. Your father would too.”

I patted my pockets. “Crap.”

“What is it?” Milo eyed me.

I ran my hand through my hair. “I left the burner phone at the penthouse.”

Milo shook his head.

“Let’s go.” I glanced at my watch. “The sooner we get this done, the faster this war ends.”

“I hope you’re right.” Milo followed me. “Because losing shipments and keeping your girl in line is exhausting.”

“You’re not kidding.”

* * *

I wandereddown the ostentatious hallway to Gian’s study.

How arrogant of him to think that four guards would be enough to protect him after coming for me. I had an army of my men and cartel backup. There would be no interference this time.

Gian was a dead man. I had wasted too much time.

Although I didn’t need justification to end this today, I had plenty of it.

I gripped my gun, staying calm and observant. In my gut, I suspected this job could never truly be over. How could it? I would have to look Lissia in her eyes every day and know I was the one who murdered her father.

She would know it too.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

When I pushed open the ajar door, Gian waited at his desk, sitting there with his gun drawn and pointed at me.

His hubris knew no bounds.

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