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Israel

“Bonnie!”

I yelled for her as I came down the staircase after taking some time to think.

“Bonnie, we need to talk!”

I got into the living room just as the elevator doors opened, and I watched my brother step into my place. Again. He had a slight limp he hadn’t had before, and I felt a chill work its way up my spine.

“Where’s Bonnie?”

“She’s not here,” Giovanni said with a tired sigh.

I paused. “Where is she?”

He hooked a thumb over his shoulder. “I did you a solid and sent her back to her uncle.”

I clenched my fists. “You did what?”

“Hold on. Sorry, Iz. I’m just a bit—”

I charged my brother and grabbed his jacket. He groaned as I shoved him against the wall, listening to the elevator doors close. I picked him up off his feet. I saw him roll his eyes as I pulled him back, slamming him against the wall.

“What. The fuck. Did you do?” I asked, with each body slam.

He sighed. “Damn it, Iz. Why can’t you just do things that are good for you in the first place?”

“What did you do?”

I slammed him against the wall again before dropping him from my hands.

He crumbled at my feet.

“Tell me the truth,” I demanded.

He shook his head. “I’ve already done—mmph!”

I kicked him in his gut. “Tell me the truth, goddamn it, or I’ll kill you myself.”

He looked up at me. “You’d really kill your own brother over some pointless bitch?”

I leaned down. “Is she right?”

“What?” He looked thoroughly confused.

“Was that voice recording you played for me edited?”

He snickered. “Not like you’ll believe anything I tell yo—aaahh!”

I grabbed a fist full of his hair, raking my nails along his scalp. “Squeal like the pig you know you are and tell me the truth, Gio.”

When his lower lip started quivering, I shoved him to the ground. I kicked him one more time in the ribs just to make myself feel better before I reached for my things. My brother wanted to ruin my life on purpose. Bonnie had known that from the moment she’d heard that recording.

I should’ve listened.

“She’s already dead, you know.” Giovanni called spat a mouthful of blood onto my pristine marble floors, and that alone was enough to warrant the taking of his life.

“I’ll send my clean-up crew for you,” I jammed my hand onto the elevator button, summoning the doors to open and ready to go after Bonnie.

The person I should’ve trusted in the first place.

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