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CHAPTER1

MATTEO

“He’s gonna pay for what he did to our family,” I growl at my brother Dante, creeping toward the entrance of a dingy bar on the outskirts of Palermo. “I’m not leaving this place until he’s dead. Do you understand? Dead.”

“You know that’s my specialty. But we don’t have a lot of time, Matty. Romo and Sergio are already at the party.Yourparty, or did you forget?”

“I didn’t forget anything.” I let out a frustrated sigh. “But celebrating is the last thing on my mind right now.”

He grabs my arm and pulls me back. “Just stop for a second. For weeks, we’ve hunted this guy and he’s managed to slither away like the fucking snake he is.”

“Not tonight.” I shake off his grip.

“I get that you want revenge. He’s a piece of shit who deserves to die and we’ll get him. But stop letting it rule your life.”

“That’s easy for you to say. You weren’t there that night. You weren’t on the hook to stop it.”

“But getting yourself killed won’t bring back Joey. You were smart to bring me this time. Serge and Romo would have gotten too sidetracked by all the pussy.”

I roll my eyes. “Look, you’re a good assassin but you talk too damn much.”

“Good?” His eyebrows fly up. “Fuck that shit. I’m the best.”

My eyes dart left and right, my spine stiff. “He’s not getting away again. Not on my watch.”

Too much has already happened on it.

It’s dark, quiet, and eerie as fuck outside the bar, which makes me a little nervous. There should be a high-stakes poker game here tonight and from the intel I got, Big Fish, Domenico Salvo is supposed to be right in the middle of it.

And Big Fish needs to be gutted.

That’s why I’m here tonight with Dante.

We’re gonna make sure it happens.

An uneasy feeling wrenches my gut.

Why isn’t there more action? It’s too desolate for a poker night.

“I know this is personal for you, but you can’t let that shit cloud your judgement. Salvo sent a message to us through Joey.” Dante’s voice drops, his heavy black boots thumping along the concrete. “And we’re gonna send our response back tonight. But you can’t go in there, balls to the wall. They’ll be waiting for us. We need to be smart about it.”

I’ll admit, this time, we’re wandering into the lion’s den. And he’s a deadly, big-ass animal with lots of sharp teeth that are primed to tear apart anyone who dares venture into his lair.

My father would demand that we immediately turn around, get back into my car, and drive far the hell away from here.

Like I’d ever tell him what I have planned.

It’s better to beg for forgiveness than to ask for permission.

That’s my mantra.

And I exercise it pretty much on the daily, another reason why I’m such a thorn in his side. He’s trying to groom me to take over as boss but I have a slight anger management problem that keeps getting in my way.

I get angry too damn much and shoot people to let off steam.

Not exactly the kind of temperament that a boss should have.

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