Page 88 of Flawed

I fly out from between them, and he lands a right hook on me.

All the anger I felt about him shooting me years ago resurfaces. His green eyes give me the impression he wants to kill me. I instinctively reach for my knife, flip it open, and slash his thigh.

"What the fuck, Luca!" he screams.

A team of bouncers comes barreling in. It takes three to contain Biagio and two for each O'Connor and me. One of the waitresses brings a towel over for Brody's bloody leg.

Sergio, the head of security, arrives. He snarls, "What the fuck do you guys think you're doing?"

"He started it," Aidan says, wiping his bloody mouth.

"They're in our suite," Brody points out, wincing as a bouncer tightens the rag around his thigh.

"What game are you playing?" Sergio asks Biagio and me.

Biagio has the balls and audacity to glance at Aidan's girlfriend and state, "I'm good. I'm just getting my whore for the night."

Aidan's anger resurfaces. His face burns red, and his eyes look like those of a wild animal ready to kill. He roars and tries to get out of the bouncers' grasp. His legs and arms flail in the air. He threatens, "I'll kill you!"

Tully appears. In his smoker's voice, he barks, "What the hell's going on in my suite?"

Silence fills the air.

Tully steps in front of Biagio. "Why are you here?" he seethes.

"Everyone out," Sergio orders.

Tully jerks his head toward him. "This is my suite. Abruzzos aren't welcome, and you know it. This isn't our fault."

He points to Brody. "Get your son to the doctor. Night's over for all of you."

Tully glances at Brody, and his eyes widen. "What the fuck?"

Brody glares at me.

Tully glances at the bloody knife in my hand then drills his beady eyes into mine. A part of me feels guilty, but the other side thinks Brody finally got what was owed to him for shooting me.

Jacopo saunters in with two bodyguards. He taunts, "Tough times in your suite, Tully?"

"You're out, too, Jacopo," Sergio declares.

Jacopo's expression darkens. "I'm not going anywhere. It's my birthday."

"I don't give a fuck. You're all out," Sergio demands again. "And you've all crossed the line. Four months suspension for all of you."

"Excuse me?" Jacopo snarls.

"I'm not getting banned for those thugs coming into my suite," Tully insists.

"Out! Or I'm extending it to six months!" Sergio threatens.

Without saying a word, we all make our way through the club. Security never leaves our side. When we get outside, Tully's SUV pulls up. He steps in front of Jacopo, reminding him, "I've warned you once about laying a hand on my kids."

Jacopo's lips curl. "You think your threats scare me? My son isn't the one needing medical attention."

Tully's jaw clenches. He sizes him up then steps closer. "An Abruzzo touched my son."

"It was a fight, not a planned execution," Jacopo states.

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