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Sergio appears next to me, holding the barrel of his gun to the guy’s temple. He winces and weeps like a bitch.

I could have gutted him, but I want to find his boss, and I don’t want to knock on every door throughout this place.

“Shut the fuck up,” Sergio mutters and I twist the knife.

“Hold it together,” I whisper to the guy. “The only words I want to hear from your disgusting mouth are the ones that tell me where to find your boss.”

“I…d-don’t…k-know.” The guy sputters as he talks.

I dig the knife in deeper. “Bullshit. Tell me now or I will slice your fucking throat.”

His eyes water, his chest heaving as Sergio curses in Italian.

“Kill him,” he says. “We can’t waste any more time.”

I pull the blade from his side, and just as I’m about to impale his heart, he speaks. “Please, stop! He’s in the playroom at the back of the building. It’s where he evaluates all the girls and picks out his own.”

My stomach churns, bile rising in the back of my throat.

Just like Molly.

Just like Molly.

I couldn’t save her. The enemy stole her life away from us. But I’ll be goddamned if I let that happen again.

I won’t lose anyone else.

I will fight.

I will defend.

And I will fucking win.

These assholes won’t crush another human life ever again. I focus. “Who would be in there with him?” The tip of my knife hovers over his carotid artery.

“Just one other guy. The handler. The one who takes care of Dominguez’s girls.”

A nasty smile tugs at my lips. “Thank you for being so cooperative.”

I jam the knife into his flesh, and he clutches his throat, crumbling to the floor. I drop to my knees, making sure he can see my face as he dies.

“You sure you’re not Russian? You remind me a lot of my good friend Katarina. She’s a brutal bitch, too,” Sergio says.

“I’m not Russian,” I say flatly. “I’m just fucking pissed off.”

I square my shoulders, ignoring the knot in my stomach, the one that not so gently reminds me that we haven’t heard a word from Roman about Matteo’s condition.

I’ll take out the threat. I’ll destroy the man who shot at me, shot my husband.

And I pray I’ll see Matteo again.

CHAPTER31

MATTEO

It’s time.

The deep glow of late afternoon sunlight illuminates the bright white stone face of the church. The large structure is surrounded on all sides by lush greenery, the scent of the air so fresh and clean. I take a deep breath, letting it fill my lungs as I squint up at the sky.

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