Page 132 of Savage Enemy

“How much of her is left when the Russians come to collect her. You couldn’t even fight off my family. We broke into your house, took what you thought was yours, and there wasn’t afucking thing you could do to stop us. How you gonna take on Klimov?”

I inched to the left, to get a clear aim at my target without him noticing my movement.

“And still, here I am, so don’t you worry, Moscatelli. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect my family.”

Fucker shifted to keep Val between us.

I ground my molars together so hard my jaw spasmed.

“Lower your fucking weapon and let the girl go.”

He let out an unhinged laugh, like an insane cartoon villain.

“You’re not going to kill me, you little bitch.”

Valentina stared at me, and as she spoke, her voice cracked.

“You can’t reason with him, Stefano. He’s high, and even if he wasn’t snorting shit, he doesn’t understand reason.”

Aris sneered. “That’s right, you tell him, sister. Tell him how mean your big brother is and how there’s no way I’ll lose this little altercation.”

“My big brother is Marco. You’re just an asshole,” she spat.

“Bitch.” He pressed the gun harder against her temple.

Hard enough to make her wince. She would have a mark there. A bruise covering her soft temple.

I had sworn my girl wouldn’t bear any more fucking marks made by other men. I pulled back the hammer on my gun.

“Last warning. Lower your weapon and back away from my wife, or I’ll fucking kill you anyway.”

I locked my gaze on Val’s to send her a message. I wanted her to drop herself down fast to expose the motherfucker, so I could take my shot.

But she didn’t nod in agreement.

Her gaze shifted behind me instead.

“No, you won’t,” a deeper male voice said.

Then he pressed a gun into my spine.

“You’re a long way from home, boy,” he said. “You must be fucking stupid to come for my daughter again. Someone needs to teach you New Yorkers the meaning of the word no.”

Saul Moscatelli.

My gut twisted. Sweat ran down the sides of my face.

Getting Val away from her depraved brother, killing the motherfucker, and my ever-increasing rage had made me lose track of my secondary focus.

I didn’t dare lower my weapon.

“Just give me the girl, and no one has to die,” I said.

“I won’t be giving you my daughter ever, Vignali.”

Saul let out a dark chuckle and dug the barrel of his gun deeper into my spine.

“You came into my house, attacked my men, and tried to kidnap my daughter. I’m well within my rights to kill you—now I don’t even have to hide your body.”

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