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I stand, staring at him and seeing him for the small man he is. He wants my humiliation like we’re playing some sick game. But he won’t get it. Because while he plays his games with me, I know the Devil is coming for his soul.

I drop down slowly to my knees and place my palms on the floor, closing my eyes and stilling my breath.

“Come on. Come here,” he calls whistling to me like I’m an animal. “And when you get here, you can swallow my cock.”

My head snaps to his, and I push back to my feet, standing up angrily. My nostrils flare as the breath rips in and out of my lungs. I’ll never let him touch me.

“Go fuck yourself. Get out of my hovel. I’d rather die in here than ever be in the same room with you again.”

I spit on the rank carpet toward him and watch the mask he tries to wear drop from his face. I’ve fallen right into his plan.

A deep guttural cry erupts from Declan as he charges me, his fist connecting with my face. The first hit is the only thing I feel. After that, my mind goes numb as the blackness takes over.

THE PLANE TOUCHES DOWN ONthe private Boston airstrip, and I’m already standing as we taxi in. The moment I saw the empty room, I knew. I knew she’d come here.

Not everyone was as convinced, but there’s no changing my mind. I know exactly why she did this. There’s no war if Declan gets her.

But she knows I’ll come for her. She fucking knows that I’ll kill everyone in my way to make sure I take back what’s mine.

And that’s exactly what I’m going to do because this was the move I couldn’t make. I could never risk her, even if it meant a swift end to the problem.

So, she did it for me.

My beautiful, loving girl did it for me.

I run my hand over my face, trying to restrain the energy coursing through my veins. “Call Matteo, check in with him and the girls,” I direct to Vincenzo.

He nods, getting straight to task, and my head swings to Antonio. “Check in with our guy here, see if he has eyes on her yet. I want to know exactly where she is because getting her back is the number one priority…clipping Declan is just icing on the cake.”

“I still can’t believe she did this,” Dom growls as he stares out the small cabin window.

Luca stands up next to me, holding a hand on the seat to steady himself. “I can. She’s smart and a damn force of nature. She’s bought us time using his own method against him. Declan will be too caught up in her torment to pay attention to what we’re doing. So, we need to make sure her efforts count. When we meet with the Irish council tonight, we need to make sure they’re on board with taking Declan down.”

“And we’ll do that, whether it’s by reason or force,” Dom adds darkly.

I smack the ceiling of the plane hard twice, angry at the images that are pushing to the front of my head. “I’ll kill every single person who’s touched her.”

Antonio stands as the plane rocks to a complete stop. “We all need to stay level. So that we play this smart.”

I look over my shoulder as he gives me a nod, and I understand what he’s saying. I’m only getting one shot at this, and I can’t let my feelings rule my decisions. Not if I want Declan’s demise to fall into place.

The sound of metal connecting to the door means the stairs are rolled. I pick up my small black duffle and adjust the Glock on my back as the door is opened. I duck my head, taking each step to the bottom, waiting as my brothers join me.

Three men begin walking toward us and away from at least ten Black Range Rovers.

“The Boston family. Carlo and Lou Scorleone,” Nico says to Luca as he nods.

“Let’s go,” I direct as Luca and Dom join me on each side to close the distance and greet them.

I pick out Lou and Carlo right away, but it’s the guy in between them I don’t know.

“You recognize him?” I say to my brothers, who both shake their heads.

I undo the button on my jacket for easier access. I don’t want to shoot someone out in the open, but if I have to, I will.

“Ciao,” Lou greets, but the stranger pushes forward.

“The Sovrano brothers, it’s a real pleasure.” He extends his hand, but I ignore it. “I’m sorry, where are my manners. I’m Connor O’Bannion.”