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“I don’t care how many men I have to kill or how many cities I have to burn to the ground, Enzo Salvatore Vignali...”

And to be sure he met my eyes and knew I meant every word, I brushed his curls away from his face.

“I will do it. And I will bring her back to you.”

CHAPTER 6

VAL

My brothers flew out of Stefano’s house, firing their weapons at him as he gave chase, though they hit nothing but the concrete wall around the property and maybe a tree or two. Then they dove into the limo.

I smiled.

They hadn’t been able to take down Stefano Vignali.

Enzo would be safe in his father’s care.

Now that Stefano knew the truth about my family, I couldn’t imagine anyone ever breaching his walls again.

Aris dug his fingers into my wound.

“Wipe that smile off your face, bitch, or I’ll do it for you.”

But I didn’t. So he shoved his fingers deeper. I had to bite my tongue to keep myself from crying out and giving him what he wanted.

He had forced me to the middle of the seat and planted himself between me and the door, gripping my arm to make sure I didn’t move.

Marco shoved in next to me, breathing heavily.

“Knock it the fuck off, Aris. Let go of her arm—now.”

Aris released me. “Sure.”

Then he backhanded me across the mouth and grinned as he wiped my blood on his shirt.

“Told you I would,” he said.

He would pay. For his cruelty.

For hitting my son.

Santo jumped onto the bench across from us and barked at the driver to go.

Tires squealed against the pavement as the car pulled away and headed for the open gate.

Gunshots cracked through the air behind us.

I twisted in my seat, peering out the rear window to see Stefano one last time. He opened fire. I doubled over my lap, unsure if I meant to dodge his bullets or ease the pain in my gut. And in my heart.

“Goodbye,” I whispered before turning to the front.

When the gunfire faded, silence settled in the air.

Well, until Saul’s ringing phone broke it. He always rode in the front, and he’d made it clear he did so because it gave him control. What if the driver betrayed him?

Really, though, riding in the back gave him motion sickness.

Marco yelled, making me jump.

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