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I told my uncle if he wanted Riley in two weeks, he’d have to give me something in return.

Let me wean myself off Riley’s pussy. As if that would ever fucking happen.

Andre needed to believe I’d hand her over willingly, and Elena was the bait. Swaps are currency in that sick fuck’s world.

Was it a risk? No question. Demanding her puts the entire goddamn operation on the line.

But I didn’t have a choice.

Before he’s done, she’ll beg for death. Hell, she’s thirty hours from it now. But Andre doesn’t do mercy.

He does cruel. Depraved. Painful. Sadistic. Death.

In that order.

The thing is, I’ve ripped hundreds of Elenas out of hell. So many, I stopped counting. And as much as I want to lean into Zver, there are parts of Dante I’ll never kill.

Rescuing women like Elena, for starters. They get new names. Fresh starts. All-expenses-paid lives.

So why the fuck can’t I give that to Riley?

I keep telling myself it’s to keep her safe.

But is it?

Fuck, no.

It’s that every goddamn piece of her, including the child blossoming in her belly, is mine.

And for the first time in half a decade, I want more.

I want it all. And I will have it.

Power. Protection. Retribution. Revenge.

And the mother of my heir.

Pom.

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RILEY

The man holding the gun isn’t who I expected.

Ice floods my veins.

It’s not Zver.

Or Dominic.

It’s not even Dante’s ghost clawing his way back from the grave.

It’s Enzo.

Enzo fucking D’Angelo.

Dante’s brother. My brother-in-law.

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