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I want her towantme.

I fucking love her.

I still love her.

I never stopped.

I need—

I need my brother.

But that door is sealed shut just like the one with Adriana.

I take a breath.

The liquor bottle sits half-empty on the corner of my desk, my ice filled glass sweating under the dim light. Papers scattered—contracts, threats, everything blurring together in this mausoleum I call an office.

How the hell did I makes this big of a mess? I exhale sharply.

Because I’m the fuck up.

Alwayshave been.

I can’t fix shit with Adriana, but I might be able to fix things with Santo.

I pick up my cell and dial. The phone rings three times before he answers.

“What?” His voice sharp. I hear a muffled voice in the back. More than likely Piccola.

“Santo, I want to talk.”

“Then speak.”

“In person, can you come over?”

“No.”

His response is immediately. Cold.

But I hear the whispers, I hear her working on him. Probably telling him to give me a chance.

He exhales low.

“Fine, I’ll be there in fifteen.”

He ends the call and I throw back my drink. What I’m about to tell him, show him… this could fix it all or end it all.

I open my drawer and take out the memory card. I place it on my desk and pour myself another drink. My hands cold.

I can’t remember the last time I was nervous about Santo.

The elevator chimes.

I don’t move.

The sound of his shoes—sharp, deliberate—cuts through the silence of the penthouse. That slow, purposeful gait.

It’s not Scythe. Not yet. No fury charging toward me.

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